Summer 1986 • Vol. VIII No. 3 PoetryJuly 1, 1986 |

Theater of the Absurd

How strange the movie in the lonesome cave, Whereat the helpless, unprovided man, Lying as dead, does nothing on his own Yet is responsible for all that's done, Inventing the action as he goes along, Author, director, playing all the parts; Forbidden to applaud or fall asleep, He is sole audience to the moving scene He cannot interrupt, revise, control, But must endure until catastrophe Raises the curtains on the other world, Removing what he like as not forgets.

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