Poem a Day Saturday 13th April
Afterwards, by U A Fanthorpe The principalities, the powers, the politicians, The ones who pose in the spotlight Centre-stage, and magnetise us as they stalk Towards bankruptcy, murder, betrayal, suicide, And other traditional exits The audience leaves, discussing nuances. A scatter of sweet-papers, ash, Smells hanging around behind. The audience leaves. And in they come, rolling up their sleeves, With hoovers