by Joseph Mills
Why the orderly procession,
the neat rows,
the solemn filing in and out?
Why the polite contemplation
of the black box?
There should be a howling,
a roiling of people
coming and going,
not just stage left and right,
but through windows and doors,
climbing walls and backdrops
like Harpo in A Night at the Opera.
No one need bother turning
to locate an exit;
every direction is one.
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Joseph Mills
Last updated March 03, 2023