Staged

A staged presence, and we your crowd You, a strutting cockerel proud This but an act nearing the end We dull creatures suitably cowed Your voice a gentle thunder cloud Lights dimming over rows you've plowed Hide from the spotlight, lies avenged A staged presence Your recitations growing loud Frantic pacing, your will unbowed Lean on costars as their best fiend Disappear as curtains descend Face made up, your burial shroud A staged presence ----------------- Trying a new form tonight