CONFESSION ZERO

Snowcap vanishing from Mount Kilimanjaro The climber met her beloved, the African crown. She noticed his sagging face and howled her water. 'Twin Towers' warship in New York It is the fall we most remember, the dead and the living toppling as one. Bomb blast in Pakistan's Rawalpindi kills 35 Horrible explosions, more and more, the weight of our anger falling like icy talons upon our worship. Clinton Denies Easing Pressure on Israel We hear this with the attention of a murderous scream at the World Series, and we hear what we see, but not what we hear and we grasp the sport from the full on roar of two sides, one victor. Contaminated Beef Recalled After Deaths Not that the dead will remember our disgust or contemplate before ingesting or recall any of it with urgency. The GOP has created a monster The Party of Frankenstein created doubt- I suppose disbelief itself could be seen as monstrous… © 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

Scene: Present day. We are greeted with a blank stage, save for a spotlight upon a beautiful green blanket (a comforter, perhaps) lying center, softly lit throughout the play. Just before houselights fade the symphony begins to joyfully play as backdrop for the eartH of Creation that begins its dance all around us. Houselights fade with the orchestra and the darkness begins to envelope the shadows as we here the stamp of feet begin to march toward our spirits until the stamping becomes fearful and as soon as it does, poof, it's replaced instantly with joyous strings reminding us that where we are is heavenly. ACT I PRELUDE: (A tree appears behind the green blanket, a massive weeping willow tree that is wafting gently in the ever-present wind blowing throughout the theater. (Hold on to your hats, or better yet, don't wear one.) After some time of this, the tranquility of wind and the tree changes to one caught in a fierce storm. The wind in the audience remains gentl...