"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, "
he screamed to the crowd
"On stage as a vagabond
my home you enshroud
"My makeup—my armor,
my performance—my cause
"Reborn with each act,
as I hear your applause
"You take me each matinee,
you take me each night
"To the depths of your hearts
where my darkness alights
"Mon Dieu, mon Dieu, "
he shouted again
"Forever my audience
—forever my friends"
(Villanova Pennsylvania: June,2016)
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