Voiced // POEM: Red Curtains Close by Thomas Rivet

Red Curtains Close
Decades have made me

know what shows show 

and what plays play 

and which are true, 

and which are not.

Yes; few make it, 

the rest rot.

As long grass is mown, 

A stage is loan 

to actors; 

First act and second, onto third - 

Viewers sit helpless, 

in silence, 

unheard; actors impress.

Sliced by the graceful twist

in that suit, that dress, 

Their faces insist

for more,

for less.

Inspired, they then 

love and wove and swoon

soon

after red curtains close.

THOMAS RIVET