Broken Arrows (another Performance Composition)

[Mark Kleinhaut]

My performance composition called "Broken Arrows", along with a short poem:


Broken Arrows
Thousands of miles from the immediate terror of Broken Arrows, the fiery ordinance in our minds;
How did we allow the Mad King among us,
we ask the silence?
Wringing our hands in the darkness is still useless,
we have always known this ritual;
American exceptionalism's long shadowy hand,
planting seeds of death in the distant sand.
No "chosen', no "promise",
we absolve ourselves, subservient, recreating the
supreme being who never was, and shall never be.