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Driven Away
by
Rusty Broadspear
Performing solo, frozen out,
Audience eagerly clamber seats
For a close up view of other acts.
Talons tear, seats are slashed.
A thousand devil eyes
Shine red on five hundred beaks,
Jerking frantically left and right,
Gouging into the backs of heads.
Frenetic, hysteric, spectral screeches,
Thicken an overloaded atmosphere,
Threatening, deafening………….
Ignored, invisible
The solo performance continues.
He clutches his chest
And stares towards the gods.
A lone beaky brownie holds aloft
A smoky glass receptacle,
Old victoriana.
It leans over the balustrade
Waving the vessel side to side,
It has his attention.
A brownie audience of one.
Within the container
Rhythmically, metrically
Slapping the glass,
Is his sore, raw beating heart.
His face paint cracks,
He falls to one knee
As if a finale,
Which indeed it is.
Beaky flies down to him
Thrusts the vase in his face
With unquestionable anger.
Should he take it?
Amidst the surrounding bedlam
He takes it.
Beaky Brownie steps back
Nodding with evil glee.
His head bows to exit.
The duvet was crumpled
Into a misshapen plateau,
Full of dark caves and crevices.
He and his broken heart
Lay on the floor
Until he was found
And driven away.
Driven away
For the very last time.
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