Screaming sirens
dance with the tragically beautiful
flashing red and blue lights
To meet their victims with a greeting,
cloaked with all the glitter
of Broadway

Shards of glass and plastic,
scraps of metal...
scattered across the bitumen stage
All spattered with blood
from the protagonist

All is secure
The onlookers are kept back
by uniforms and flashlights,
that contain those struck...
by morbid curiosity
So the 'show' can go on

The angels soar in
draped in the purest of white
Bearing shiny red crosses
that deliver hope,
as stretchers glide on to the set
stealing away the pained hero

The black stage is cleared
and finally the audience can drive home
The crew slam the doors shut,
the white curtains fall,
and to prying eyes and unconcerned hearts
the tragedy ends...

~ Shae Leigh
22nd-July-1998

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