4-12-21 Midnight, Huntsville, AL
Goodbye Stone Anderson (1994-2021)
Now you know
It’s all a show
See you soon, dream brother
Death doth dance
center stage
Foxtrot ‘round martyred clock
hip-hop
samba
slips into ballet
Hacked rot garden backdrop
black
mamba
waltzes from the grave
Tempting the spotlighter
to cast a shade
Crowd cowers in the dark
Sub stack towers
rumble
Spacetime’s sub plot
crumbles
The story’s Roman arch
Gravels to gravity’s
masked funeral march
Behind the scenes glimpse
stagehand
from stage left
“Inner Workings of the Ageless Clock”
stage is set
third act
of death
As long as life
is act one
Show must go on
once now
hath begun
Fat lady sings entropy
what’s always been sung
Swan song suspended
mid air midriff
wings melt
in strobe light suns
Overcome
by the myth of sin
jumping the gun
Life’s lilted echo
listens through
line arrays
hung by the tongue
Feedback loop cues
monitors
Molten lavalieres clipped
onto her
Requiem’s ambivalent
umbilical
collar
Reaching out from the brain
the puppetmaster
Reveals Adam’s naval
on the Sistine Chapel
Cynics buried flowers
curtsy to reveal their thorns
French Quarter daemons
bow to reveal procession horns
Hallowed brass billows up Frenchman
En route to another flooded coffin
lost on the whim
Angel riggers in the rafters
belay the puppetmaster
Pyrotechnics firecrackers
Petrified crowd turns to laughter
Cradle rolls from stage right
Baby giggles from inside
Curtain call floodlights
Reveal cast
crowd and crew
Puppetmaster taps his way
to center stage
Spotlight follows his final cue
He throws his hand over his face
He shows them why the play is named
“A Game of Peek-A-Boo”