Even the spoiled and masterful principal chair
Who usually jokes or wipes fake tears away from his cheek
During pieces he discounts,
Gazes up at the screen while footage
Of the herding of human beings
Into train cars takes place
Anyone on the very edge of the stage leans out
Watching without breaking gaze
Rapt and somber.
The scrolling of human suffering descends-
Cold rain washing over the edge of the stage.





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