The Play Of Kara Chaihauser

THE POET:

I've been getting punched from all angles

In the last 16 years and it continues

My body's still but my mind travels

From black holes to the deepest of oceans

It's like I'm standing on the border

Of another universe where there's no order

Sometimes all I can think of is murder

Sometimes I find myself dead in the water

And then when I look in the mirror I see

He's as generous and kind as One can be

How the hell all those things happened to me

Is certainly a wonder, something to see

THE TOWN CRIER:

So come and see the play of Kara Chaihauser

She's 23 but she's from the year one thousand

Born a shipwright in Basra, she's one in a dozen

She learned to dream sailing through the heaven

THE SAILOR:

Now she's collecting dues, she better not come this way

I'm just like Santa, some might say, but on a payment day

And all the things I tried to do, everything I wanted to say

Became dark clouds around my ship, I hope they go away

Please, please Lord, please spare me a few coins

I know, for so long I fell and hid under life's decoys

And yes, it was me who spent all his money on toys

But mercy! For the real play is still going on full force

After I get rid of self-talking and after I quit self-pity

Before I hit the bottom, he may forgive and lead me

Towards a better end, where what I deem calamity

Lies at the shore dead, at the feet of my best identity