THE FINAL ACT
Oh how well she played her part,
so well rehearsed,
so sad - so brave,
no stranger to the performer's art,
knows the tricks of her trade.
She's played this role so many times,
this pale faced tragedy queen,
with lowered head and tremulous voice,
she acts her final scene.
We watch with cold and hostile eyes
this travesty of truth,
on centre stage we watch her die
tongue-tied by compulsive lies.
No flowers for her - and no applause,
no headline billing,
stage lights dim,
- a vacancy for filling.