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The Final Act.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Oh, how dramatic
they become,
when I enter their lives,
Faces twisted into
Expressions they
Have seldom known
Eyes dampened in tears
Soprano and bass
Cries wailing
Stepping through
the curtains of darkness
into a spotlight where
they never expected.
I would appear.......
In their bedrooms,
bathrooms, workplaces,
cars, kitchens
Even in the middle
of intimate moments
I am anything but polite.
Some would weep
or plead forgiveness,
others would tremble
and close their eyes..
many deny my calling
and try to flee in vain.
But I'm always just
around the corner
Waiting for ther duly
Appointed exit from
thier Stage of life
Left emptied.
I don't get much applause,
they are all the actors here,
acting healthy, happy,
ready to go on,
but their final
encores have passed.
I am their cruelest critic
Some simply throw
up their arms
and embrace me.
Ofhers glare
at me with hate,
on their final date.
Many are flung at my feet,
rag doll marionettes,
transported through
high speed stops,
Belted into concrete
Because they were
not belted into seats
they leave me
little to work with.
My best cattle calls are in Iraq,
and in Sudan of course.
many thousands come daily
to take part in my final show,
for I am well known as death,
I am well known as death,
I am the master of the
grand finales where:
"All the world is a stage,
and I was born to sweep it."
Be wary of my approach
although there's nothing
you can do...oooo-oooo-oooo
Some are fortunate enough
To escape my grasp
But there is always that
Next time....
Their true time at last.
Where eventually
The worms will crawl in
And the worms will crawl out
in your eyeballs
and out your snout
with Godspeed to
your souls if you are
deemed worthy
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By Art~Whimsically YoursOh, how dramatic
they become,
when I enter their lives,
Faces twisted into
Expressions they
Have seldom known
Eyes dampened in tears
Soprano and bass
Cries wailing
Stepping through
the curtains of darkness
into a spotlight where
they never expected.
I would appear.......
In their bedrooms,
bathrooms, workplaces,
cars, kitchens
Even in the middle
of intimate moments
I am anything but polite.
Some would weep
or plead forgiveness,
others would tremble
and close their eyes..
many deny my calling
and try to flee in vain.
But I'm always just
around the corner
Waiting for ther duly
Appointed exit from
thier Stage of life
Left emptied.
I don't get much applause,
they are all the actors here,
acting healthy, happy,
ready to go on,
but their final
encores have passed.
I am their cruelest critic
Some simply throw
up their arms
and embrace me.
Ofhers glare
at me with hate,
on their final date.
Many are flung at my feet,
rag doll marionettes,
transported through
high speed stops,
Belted into concrete
Because they were
not belted into seats
they leave me
little to work with.
My best cattle calls are in Iraq,
and in Sudan of course.
many thousands come daily
to take part in my final show,
for I am well known as death,
I am well known as death,
I am the master of the
grand finales where:
"All the world is a stage,
and I was born to sweep it."
Be wary of my approach
although there's nothing
you can do...oooo-oooo-oooo
Some are fortunate enough
To escape my grasp
But there is always that
Next time....
Their true time at last.
Where eventually
The worms will crawl in
And the worms will crawl out
in your eyeballs
and out your snout
with Godspeed to
your souls if you are
deemed worthy