a sequined heap
lay at rest
vigorous violet
motionless.

A figure in indigo
(12 or so) – old enough to know
nudged and shoved with
palm and fist.

the heap lay
and she pounded;
a silent scream
crimson flood.

the heap lay
stone as earth;
to her knees
skull fell to skull.

the corpses rest,
the curtain closes and
the audience aplauds
as it always does.