We are what we are –
our who follows on –
our places shift – but
not too far – living in
cynosure’s raw light
we are lit to perform
for all & my one man
show goes on & runs
to emptier houses – I
take a bow – a sound
of a [slow-hand] clap
is my own – a leading
man’s role cheered &
I offer a low ovation –
Omphalos adulation
outwith a stage door
is mine to avoid – we
are only what we are
[& places shift not far
‘nough to change us]