From simple labours, asking death
For final wages.
EMOTIONAL MONOLOGUE
A man is sitting within the enigmatic turmoil of a railroad station. His face is narrow and young, and his nose, lips, and eyes carved to a Semitic sharpness, have been sundered by a bloodless catastrophe. A traveling-bag stands at his feet. Around him people are clutching farewells and shouting greetings. Within him a monologue addresses an empty theatre.
I AM strangling emotions
And casting them into the seats
Of an empty theatre.
When my lifeless audience is complete,