At the Theater Doors and Almost In

      Again and again.  The tickettaker's hands are
      Emphatic.  Her shirt is red
      Above the useful elbows.  In her small hands
      The last cries of startled paper
5     Unger.
      The thin red tongues that dribbled out
      Of the faceless window
      Are shredded and shredded.
      Her careful fingerends
10    Are red with little screams.
      And at my back a blank anonymous bear
      Reminds me of duty.
      Slowly, I offer up
      My tiny victim.  In close air.  At last,
15    At last, I stumble towards the common dark
      Without a tongue.

From the collection "Youth Youth Youth"

Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]

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