Prologue Poem by David Taylor

Three actors, two scenes
one inevitable ending,
at least that is how it seems.

One great secret;
not a secret from anyone at all,
hidden by diaphanous clothing
not really concealing it at all.

The opening crescendo
just one mighty drum
with a single sounding
announcing all that is to come.

Three actors each
with a character of their own,
one always active doing
another knowing
all that may be known.

The third binding or uniting
with love pervading all
each essential to the making
of a play that plays us all.

And in its unfolding
all human efforts you will see
leading to that one
inevitable ending,
at least that is how it seems.