Verite

I dreamed
Last night of
Cinema verite
A first-night play
By live actors who
Put on a show rough
But true in which each
Entertainer did their part
But so perfectly no later show
Would match it as the kaleidoscope
Theatre had already begun to rot
As egos ambitions and all the
Corruption of success would
Lessen that first perfection
Of cinema verite so only
The memory of seeing
The performance
Is left images of
The audience
Performers
All that is
Theatre
Cinema
Verite.
Much like
Our lives we
Cannot repeat
But only remember.
Play your part and know
There is no other no
Second chance
No repeat of
Acts or of
Scenes
Only
The
Reviews
We will never
Read or refute so
Take a bow be content.