Figurative Theatre


by Rozz Williams

Figurative Theatre

In the shadow 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

(Chorus)

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

(Chorus)

Breath ballet prancers spin on

Porcelain backbones

A child's muddled 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 our past days

Are luxuries of our days

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