Actors and Actors

Who would desire telepathic monogamy?
    what Disastrous insight should develop of such segregation?

                 The Godhead is not an oracle, nor a fountain of wrath -
  
it might be yet to be found out still -

S-T-I-L-L

                 in a suitcase trunk pack
                    pannier basement
                               attic,

an orgy, a tussle of grope,
a mess of open envelopes sending
and receiving -

Who would be left to gawk?
Who could renounce a sinners truth?

       certainly not the mail men and women,
   certainly not the minstrels,
certainly not the ones behind the veneers of confessionals
and desk jobs and countertops
across the plains and less plains of our land.

Milk curdling fat,

a sinner will know what he has done -
as an actor will dance the stage -
as in Greenwich village,
a small molecule of subversive tender radical
naked clan folk prophesying an interpret

R-E-A-L-I-T-Y.

All the while,

the most common folk waltzed the days through eyes

in the seats of the crowd and the audience of the cast

and acted in such a way that made actors act.

Plain and Simple