“-Bellum: A Meditation on Thanotic Theater”
The roar of the modern age
Tears across my night sky
The mask has fallen
The reverberating backdrop of stitched sounds
The vibrations painted on stretched canvas
Against which we played our roles
Have become the unfolding drama,
Center stage
The scene speaks for itself
In tones no human voice can take
When I began my lines
I did not know danger
Now I wonder what the thunder brings