Two distinct lights,
Lit the scene in fright.

An empty theatre bleak-
A man holding a head.
The whole floor was red.
The clown had a frown.

“Why did you kill me now?”
“Why did you let me down?”
The man strained his fist
(That was all he could to resist)

“I had a vision you see,
Of a world rid of thee-
Of a world set full-free,
Of a gay world you see.”

The clown’s deepened frown
turned right up and around.
“Then I scarcely see,
A world full of thee-
In which you are you,
Without the use of me”

The man pondered thus
As the blood turned to rust,
Unnerved, he sought his head-
But all he found was red.