ANOTHER PLAY HAS ENDED





Another play has ended.
The audience disengage the
                              Magnetism of the boards--
                              Catharsis completed,
                              The cycles of heroes repaired.
They tread gingerly into aisles
Toward other realities, lumbering
A bit, questioning the return
To the tedium that has sent them into this
                               Realm of the stage of sounds and
                               Sights, marvels and ether--
Wondering how
                               To enlighten--
Murmuring
To their equals and to themselves
(unlike groundlings and fickle mobs)
So as not to frighten
                                The Muse
Whom they wish
                                 To carry away as in a basket
                                 Of rushes--
                                 To flow gently
                                  As a river might--past the populations
Who know no art.