On OCH, a new poem from Neesa.
by Neesa Suncheuri
These empty blue chairs remind me of
Musical theater once played for that stage.
Romanticized death, entertaining tragedies,
Costumed fawns, prancing faeries,
Twittering ambiance of gauze and grace,
Blood spilt but in but the audience’s imagination.
Therein lies the stage’s grave.
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