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Figurative Theatre

Christian Death
in the shallow holes of a thousand eyes
in the knee-deep graves of future survivors
the fleshless guests live off children of the past
their aging fingers cast the shadow of death
their razor sharp tongues invite to relax
as they slip the skin on your eyelids back
invasive spectators get into the act
with roses and candles silver knives and spoons
persona read women dance with priests on a side road
your vision perspectives are turning to stone
cabaret slide shows start shooting their loads
act one is the end, the show now begins
breath ballet prancers spin on porcelain backbones
a child's muddied cry turns to hilarity
ungracious freeloaders leave their dead on a doorstep
flowers of doom all bloom in prosperity
luxuries of past days are luxuries of our days
luxuries of past days are luxuries of our days