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© April 2007, Roy Stucky

A single hand is raised -
Silence quickly falls.
A face the press has praised
Beguiles the each to all.

A lonesome reed starts taking
Its woe from every ear.
The sight and sound are breaking
The stares back down to tears.

Then words in gemstone cascades
Make men long to drown
Beneath enchantment crusades
At Avon in the round.

A flock of mocking birds
Interrupts the scene.
"Has no one ever heard
Of the modern silver screen?"

"This stage must shed dimensions
So each seat has equal view.
And who will make corrections
If an actor blows their cue?"

"Why taste each burning letter
When words just make us sad?
Whatever's new is better.
Since this is old it's bad."

"And what about that flute
That cuts us with its sound?
The music should be cute
At Avon in the round."

Then ghosts with picket postcards
Shout living voices down.
"Who dares disturb the graveyards
At Avon in the round?"

"We've scrutinized each gesture -
Our scholars are profound.
There's no call for conjecture
At Avon in the round."

"Our champion's well known.
There's no contender for the crown.
We carved his name in stone
At Avon in the round."

The actors and the players
Ignore the shades and clowns.
Critics are but layers
Of Avon in the round.

 
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