John Garth Raubenheimer (21/12/1947 / Johannesburg)

communication
mutters the sage

he nods to himself to himself to himself

as Coolhand Luke
doomed by
his own
individuality
calls to the clown
who runs on stage

what we got here
is simply
a lack of communication

and the clown
laughing for his audience
weeping
behind his mask
paints a silent poem into their mirth
what we got here

mutters
Luke
as blood pours from his shattered neck
is a failure to communicate

he nods to himself to himself to

infinity
a thousand clowns
roll in the aisles
the audience stands alone on stage