The Final Act Part 7
His mind is clear, he wonders if
The Burn's are watching, or the Benny's.
He knows Lily's watching, he feels her
Near him, in his mind, she's the one
Handing him the plates, and
Smiling at him as he grabs them.
He sees the first plate start to wobble,
He jumbs back to it.
A bell rings in the background,
Indicating time to wrap up his act.
It took the audience a moment to realize
This was not part of the act, as he
Lay wreathing on the floor while holding
his left leg, tears streaming down his face.
The crowds on it's feet as a doctor,
Pushes his was though the crowd.
The doc looks probes around with
His fingers, causing more pain.
Stage hands carefully lift him to
His dressing room, where the Doctor
Does a more thorough exam.
He gives the first plate a quick
Twitch, keeping it on course.
He goes to second plate, snatches,
Hands it to the assistant, he does
This all the way down the line,
Including the fifteenth.
He turns to the first, then as
If on cue, it starts to wobble again.
America gasps as they helplessly
Watch the last plate topple
From it's perch.
He leaps, one more time, lands
On his knees, slides and stops
Precisely in front of the falling disc,
Catching it before it hits the ground!
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Posted: Aug 2010
About this poem:
..... not done yet.
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