Second Billing - Poem by Mark Sauer
Of all eternity, why did I choose
This moment to be born? From that theshold
Outside of time, where each soul waiting views
The whole, and steps to fall and fill its mold,
Why stepped I here? Why, of all actors,
Of all scenes, enter on this very stage
To mouth these lines and shove this cadaver
To its assigned mark? A quixotic page
To pick from such a book, I used to think.
Yet each part's essential, and as the mask
Melds snuggly to my face, blissful I sink
In role: I know now why I picked this task.
From limbo, with eternity in view,
I chose this stage, to play across from you.
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