RDW's poems

14- The Author Concludes

These sonnets now are ended – creatures of
one playwright’s mind now mended by such art
as our times offer.  We watch from above
each sent as though to read for a new part.

What is our part?  These characters we can
grow up with, we can see them on the stage.
They are the very pattern of a man
or woman of our own – or any – age.

We laugh.  They stumble into traps and pit-
falls of our lives, our well-developed state.
We watch and wait to see the benefit
our therapies and services create.

These players subject to our modern rule –
how cruel for them!  For us, how very cruel.



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