Who knows what 's happening.?
Blue birds may fleet across!
Dancers may weep,
Models turn jugglers,
Lamentations glitter,
Song birds render croaking,
Judges creep with bills,
Mountains turn oceans,
Each game is a mystery.
Who knows what's happening?
Let's read ourselves at the backdrop.
On stage drama is just a drama,
And drama is a make-believe story.
MBJ Pancras
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/backdrop-2/