Where She Sat Poem by James McLain

Moving her parts here,
pushing his there the two
come together.
The audience knows,
they have been blessed with sight.
This night, flash bulbs blind all as lights,
come and grow in them all.
Regina sits below,
the moon splits two halves as each
go unseen as she follows up staged.
The tall brown grass, on stage, as if by
wind moves, touching gulping turfs beheaded
tips bowing.
The two are directed to move as one,
again they move in sound unseen upon
within themselves, again they moan so shrill of voice.
The old wood has given way and as once sage
it was no more.
While the two have fallen down below, impaled
on widened beams, supports of basement
depths there parts,
still play to work as if together, on one cue.
These are lollies waged in sin so gaffe, for you.