he walks the walk
of a wounded man,
smokes his cigarette
with precision and grace,
unsure if it's his last one.
writes his last poem
before being sent
in front of
a firing squad.
the wall he is standing
with his back to
is splattered
with stage blood
& bullet holes.
the lights come on,
everyone either goes home
or returns to their seats.
show's over.
fat lady choked
on a chicken
bone.
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