Cabaret
It was the end of the world and the cymbals crashed
I was trying to tell you but you laughed
Where in the script was that?
Is it light where you are
What’s the time where you are?
I talk about me and write the stranger in the dark
What about when that pain resurfaces
or your love reverses
What about what I saw in the round
I rehearsed it
but they all they saw was a clown
exposed twice by reflection
a beautiful world dashed with misdirection
the system glitches
I nurse it down
and every little girl gets her little wishes now
Alan Cumming, photographed by Amy Arbus.