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Doors opened and shut

Doors opened and shut,
the director shouted orders
through a bullhorn,
or babbled just
out of the frame.
A carpenter hammered nearby
for the next production.
All of this, and more,
while the actors blocked it out,
already living
in the small square of light
where silence reigned
like a tiny theatre for the deaf.

Now, almost a century later,
it's peaceful, far
from the center of action,
the last voice on the street
reduced to a whisper,
then gone.
Not even birdsong
as evening's opening credits
begin to roll.

Only the film,
shimmering out of a disc
thinner than sound,
characters moving
like fish in their gray element
less than fish
not a hiss, not a bubble,
not even a cry
from that dim world of silence
doubled by time.

Composed by Kurt Brown 1944-2013

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throw up words
the salty gods we eat
slice open the belly to find
a barren culdesac
all signs of life have been removed
she said
life moved again and groped
hopeful to hand over hand


It reminds me of one Church in Toronto.

Holy Word Church.

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I found the website for that church. I clicked on their "Testimony" link. There I watched a video starting with reference this passage...
and ending with reference to this passage...
One church in Toronto reminds me of my poem. :D