The end of the act is upon us
my business is just about done.
A few more
steps and I'll have it,
wake up the house
bring on the cast and move on.
The curtains are fluttering
in the wings hidden corners,
their dark
velvet swirl is my cue.
Then a quizzing remark
a bow and a
flourish,
exit stage left
It's time to move on.
The rest of the plays
for the heroes, the ones
that the crowd came to
see.
The ravens and fools just devices,
gone lest the curtain comes
down.
For Deus ex machina, only
gets you so far.
