I got to the River shore of the town
Organized groups of performers
Dressed in black costumes
Imitating swans
They danced and sang near the wharves
Where the merchants had come off from
The piers and concrete platforms now seemed like stages
Street lamps the same shape and color as the actors
Redundant in the day well lit
Most of the actors were young
Putting their bodies into strange shapes
Calling the out of town tourists to watch
Was I one of these absent minded tourists?
Confused and bemused I looked out
As these little groups of people
Acted out scenarios from their town's distant past
It became expected and lost its mystery until
I spotted a man lying on a park bench
Out of his mind on the poppy juice
Smoking the strange sap without a care in the world
Watching this young man pretend to be a crow
Playing out his struggle to fame infront of this opium addled wretch
Expressing how he'd never made it despite his many skills
The situation unfolded as a drama in the young actor's head
The smack fiend saw the whole thing as a comedy
Life is about failure the smack fiend bellowed laughing
-You are too young to know it through
Tell me your life story in twenty years
Or join me in the golden haze of my oblivion!
I thought to yell out to the constable
But the land was rife with lawlessness
The people focused more on appearances and purchasing
Than building something solid for their future
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