the story starts…
The story starts with a cast of thousands
who are quickly written out or killed off.
Before the plot develops there are scores
of names to forget, dozens of bit parts
walk-ons, one liners, cues and queues for cues.
On opening night, before curtain up
hundreds scurry off through the wings, more
hail cabs in the rain by the stage door
some don’t even make it out of make up
but sit forlornly in front of mirrors
wigless and ridiculous, daubs of rouge
blushing their pale and featureless faces.
There are only losers in this story
nobody wins. The overture begins…
