On a Stage of EmptinessA Poem by Alfred Kukitzusually the loudest voice
On a Stage of Emptiness
A peculiar noise in his holler, The din lies among empty lines He stood on an alter of the stage projecting words of his simple play grinding in passion, slumped in foul light, He rendered insights that cut with a knife. Act two transition became a bravado of sorts a realization that the play was all spent He closed the curtain as he bowed in vain For no one heard his empty bowel refrain. © 2015 Alfred KukitzReviews
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StatsAuthorAlfred KukitzDeering, NHAboutYes, I'm still here. Just jazzing up my about me story. Sorry I don't die at the end. more..Writing
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