do i

do i know the world ends, little locust, little one-step wonder
will i remember, when my role has been unwritten, that it was
underplayed, and in no diva's memory at curtain fall, that darkly

hour, do i know the dazzling flouncer, knocking down my sets
throwing my arts into the seats, into an audience twisted doubled
with atonal twittering, waiting and slandering for my perfect fall

do i