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letra de proscenium players - one of two

canvas stretched over bones
brain of clay, eyes of stone
the artificial man walks through the garden
he’s slowing as his thoughts begin to harden
and from somewhere within the noises begin
his lungs and his heart begin to pound
the applause is coming in, through holes in his skin
and he shouts to drown out the sounds
and here comes the standing ovation
he bows and accepts it with grace
his artificial mouth grins in elation
the spotlights are flaming his face, his face
and then he runs, back turned to the suns, thе suns

next on stage is a girl
ceramic hеad crowned by nylon curls
she can’t help but nod as she’s walking
her stiff, white legs are wrapped in coloured stockings
her doll jail is plain, a painted cardboard pane
it collapses when the audience laughs
they look so painfully mundane, and through eyes that are insane
she can see they feel bad on her behalf
and here comes the standing ovation
she bows and accepts it with grace
a shiny porcelain girl of their creation
the spotlights reflect on her face, her face
they glint off her façade. she steps back with a nod, a nod
last, perhaps least, is a chimp
it hobbles onto stage with a limp
and into the light of the theatre
it tries to act but everyone can see it hurts
it stretches arms and legs, ‘till bones start to break
and screams a single dreadful note
then it starts to shake – clearly, hopefully fake
the playwright screams that that’s not what he wrote
and here comes the standing ovation
it dies and accepts it with grace
the crowd stares in delighted fascination
the spotlights swing round in their faces, their faces
exposing dull, hollow, howling skulls, skulls
skulls, skulls

- one of two

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