This is a play... A 21st century tragedy, in the old style
A twenty-first century offering,
Awaits your impeccable scrutiny;
Presented in contemporary garb,
To ward off a sacking, or mutiny,
That may wince at an old-fashioned story,
Here delivered with traditional tongue –
Which by being so deliberate and
Measured, may strike to the heart of the sun.
Soon you will meet all the players, learn their
Timeless obsessions and vices, wonder
At motives, leanings, emotions and all
Of those internal wranglings of conscience,
So part of the human condition. Bluff,
And gallivanting, posturing and love,
Pick any time to pin strange Nature down
For inspection, you’ll see, this butterfly’s
Wing’s a spectrum of things universal.
Consider then, the lure of pounds and pence,
The consolation of love’s happiness,
An oasis in the desert of man’s
Ambition. Tantalising. Visible.
Yet so intangible, risible, and
In the lacking thereof, most terrible.