Mark Young

landscape with proscenium arch

Center stage is an orange caricature, a man muttering about "vicious dogs" & "ominous weapons." Something of a bully who, unfortunately, has a bully pulpit to play with, that incorporates a prompt or two from which he reads — badly & with an obvious lack of understanding of their meaning — the words of those others who he thinks, for the time being at least, are on his side. His head is cocked, like a bird listening for worms, only without any signs of innate intelligence.

There is noise offstage. Suddenly secret service agents come rushing in to the room, form a phalanx around him, & escort him to the confines of the in-house bunker. For some time there is silence, then the bird returns, tweeting incessantly.

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