It’s all about saving one warrior
and killing another, right?
But look it’s a draw! in tonight’s
fight for our tasteful souls
as the steamy fat lady
finally enters the stage.
The cowards in the back row
try to crawl out a window.
The serene ones quietly grab their
quill pens to write soothing
sexy letters with monetary claims
that will leave us all sobbing.
–One block away–
An unsuccessful librettist
fiddles with baroque keys
in front of a romantic door
that does not recognize him.
By Odin (he cries out) return me
to the Vienna of my dreams!
But the curtain falls too soon.
Ragnarök is officially a no-show.
No celebration backstage.
No release for the audience.
Oh the scattered applause
from invisible royal balconies.