Saul Bennett
When the Sneak Preview Comes to Play
Mornings leaped like beckoning frogs. Time occurred in a vaster light
brushed Disney pink and cream, life a limitless spool
of mostly cheery movie shorts, even scenes
"palpably tragic" faded into a TO BE
CONTINUED frame. What ended
was always another's.
Now the devil's
spool
reigns. Exits
are sealed.
No loge
exists
from
which to see
life
from some
superior
elevation. Hurtled
down
into a jungled
orchestra
pit,
grieving
children,
we are
lepers
all.