Eric Ashford Poet Free verse

His Show Must Go On

I have relinquished my stage;
content now to be a silent audience
watching myself.

I observe that garmented voice 
as it feed words into digital fonts
watch it act-out in a dimly lit theater,
a small auditorium yet it reaches far.

Occasionally this jobbing actor
glances my way
suspecting he is being watched,
he may take a bow
 in my general direction. or clear his throat, 
as if apologizing for an under-rehearsed 
performance. It’s just as well 
he cannot see my face.

If I were not there to listen
who would be so understanding 
or patient?

Metaphorically speaking,
who would sweep the stage, turn off the lights,
then write a play or plot for the next time 
that voice needed to play its part?

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