A Potpourri of Turkeys, A Salmagundi of Lemons

Once during the second act a poorly maintained cable snapped
and a stage angel fell,
but no white robed haloed harp-plucker arose from the bloody stage.
Those theatrics happen only in children's cartoons, and it's always bloodless.
And contrary to myth the show did not go on,
for after that ill-starred interruption of unscripted theatrics
the curtain closed for a bankrupt forever after.
An off Broadway flop, literally,
when the angel of death upstaged the union scale angel.
The lawyers' ensuing legal combat was as bloody as that stage extra's fall.
The silk-suited vultures feasted over the carrion.
But history produces even worse bummers.
Way before Broadway in Renaissance times,
Sunday afternoon sport was yanking the heads off live chickens
and siccing mangy hunting hounds on chained bears,
while Shakespeare penned Titus Adronicus,
the world's first literary slasher play and his first smash hit.
And before that, just for sport and a fair lady's favor,
knights bashed each other's helmeted heads during medieval jousts.
And in the real good old days there was the Coliseum
with its fallen thumbs-down gladiators,
and of course those Christians
reenacting a last supper with a supporting cast of lions.




About the Author: Richard Fein was a finalist in The 2004 New York Center for Book Arts Chapbook Competition. A Chapbook of his poems was published by Parallel Press, University of Wisconsin, Madison. He has been published in many web and print journals such as Cordite, Reed, Southern Review, Roanoke Review, Birmingham Poetry Review, Mississippi Review, Paris/atlantic, Canadian Dimension, Black Swan Review, Exquisite Corpse, Foliate Oak, Morpo Review, Ken*Again Oregon East, Southern Humanities Review, Morpo, Skyline, Touchstone, Windsor Review, Maverick, Parnassus Literary Review, Small Pond, Kansas Quarterly, Blue Unicorn, Exquisite Corpse, Terrain Aroostook Review, Compass Rose, Whiskey Island Review, Oregon East, Bad Penny Review and many, many others.