Showman, you are inert
as you warm your jaws
on the flesh of fame – What substance
is this dangling addictive worm?
Have they seen your mouth
curse and scream
from regions beyond sunshine’s shadow?
Part of arriving is knowing the small side
of grandeur. But you!
You wore your god-given javelin, split trees
with its darting blade until
mountains lay half crushed, fragmented,
fuming with decay.
The poet is in the kitchen marveling at the moon.
The banker is with his notes,
with his severed nerves,
watching the globe take its last full run . . . And you?
You are making sure the camera
is straight to record perfectly
your stainless steel smile.
Are you suffering?
The stage is impartial.
The audience fights like starved seagulls
for one glance at your Adonis wig.
You are staring out from the subway walls,
dying for immortal victory – a billboard type
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Next Exit” 1991, under the pseudonym Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst)
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