Catharsis

Audience is there inside the play

It is also there outside,

When Hamlet was cutting it out

With eyes on the gauging mother arrested from a side.

When sets don’t match,

A lookout screams for a third,

To catch the clue, and perhaps also understand

Need is to listen to the mess in the herd,

With a mind aligned, without a stand.

Amidst what is it to pound and what it is to hiss,

The flow of fear is far from near trapped to loosen catharsis.

In the gloom scattered in the room

Stage is done with pride.

Audience is there inside the play like an unwanted groom

Eating it all, with eyes outside.