The satin curtain draws close on this stage
Blanketed with pieces and fragments
Of the broken stage ceiling where
The burdensome weight of many centuries
Who slowly crawled down their graves
Fell through because underneath
Is the stage of the twenty-first century
If the twentieth century was a pie
I only had a bite of a small sliver
Because I was born at the end of it
But within the short span of those years
Those last so-decadent years of the world
Older generations once lived and loved so much
I have gained so much knowledge of things
That I cannot yet articulate
Into audible human mumblings
The new century is now at hand
It is only the beginning of the first act
The actors are setting up the beginning scene
They say their lines with uncertainty
Who knows if the director will alter something
Abruptly in the middle of a line
And the whole play is completely changed
Every minute is filled with anticipation
Objects instantly transform
Sequences of events are rearranged
Roles evolve and devolve
What an exciting play
This is becoming
