Wayang

Wrangling and maiming
a bone too small to chew.

Dogs cannot understand,
nor can they learn to share-
So they snarl at each other
like the subito.

pizzicato of violins
(misplaced the fiddle,
perhaps?)

But we all know
the orchestra and the
anticipated crescendo like
we know every culminating
note. And then we are invited
to do the standing ovation
and wait for the da capo;
then another round
of applause,
here we go.

We are the audience
pushed around in
the perambulator-
a stroll in the park
along the stages
set nowhere
then back home
to deliberate
how we clap our hands
when the next (same)
symphony plays.

cuRRent...jer  ¶ 11:58 pm