The Green Room Poem by Carsten Thomsen

The Green Room



And to the sound
of
Mad Laughter
and
ivory chasing ivory
In the company
of Gods
time was not spent
or wasted
but savored
like fine wine
or the marrow
of bones
On borrowed
time
for borrowed
money
one God stopped
mid-sentence
and smiled

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