COMEDIAN:

Waiting, the stage is now set & brightly lit,

Rapt, the audience now in darkened seats sit,

The greasepaint is marked & in its right place,

Nervous, the grin upon the comic´s ready face,

Within his eyes is the theatre´s mocking glare,

Facing him, only the patron´s critical icy stare,

 The scraping of a throat & the tapping of a shoe,

Silence, then a jest, a jape & a forced joke or two,

Quiet, awaiting the clapping & acclaimed applause,

Alone, he waits & watches, maybe it is just a pause,

But no hands together, just the stilled bated breath,

Standing alone on stage, the comedian´s instant death,

Silence.