The Boney King Of Nowhere

Curtain Call

You can see the curtain call,

But there was no encore;

An act cut short,

He gives no more.

Sullied on the inside,

The crowd doesn’t see;

Smile and bow — he knows —

That’s it, there’s the key.

Roses fall, a sign of things to come,

Heaven’s opening; exit left,

A stride at a time,

To leave them all bereft.

Thunder and rain, the bleak symphony,

Let fall a din so his mind might clear;

Thinking of the sun, the boughs of the trees;

Swaying in the breeze, with a loves last tear.

Spotlights flutter, shadow takes hold,

 Head held high; knees fall low,

A flurry of hands and the bleats of despair;

 But he lies peaceful, no more to show.