The theatre

 The one who will play the role
 of the one carried on shoulders like a dead man...

Starting tomorrow
 when he will have accomplished
 a trip of madness and wisdom to Hell
 testing whether he can come back or not.

 He will play the role
 of the winged horseman...

 Starting tomorrow having learnt how to shoe horses
 he will hear the Reminiscences of those trespassed upon
 by the knightly wing-beating
 of a dead Empire
 and he must then feel accursed for seven full generations...
 by the Humanity which heads for its own violation.

 The one who will play
 the role of King
 who looks from his balcony
 over the City as he goes to the Slave Market...

 Starting tomorrow...the City will ascend to the balconies
 and he will go into the market to be sold.

 This will be a conservative
 change of human positions...
 and there under the age-old subjection of those sold
 he will perhaps reply to the anguish of all people
 with the terse and profound adage:
 if you are to be sold
 it is better you never enter the World...

 The one who will play
 the role of Museum architect...

 Starting tomorrow will be converted into a Museum plan
 and will have the opportunity to explain
 just how graceless and irrational
                                                         this Human Race is...
 when he will confirm that
 despite the fact the testimony on the massacre of centuries
 is so vivid...
 and indeed still effective
 the visitors will leave the Museum
 indifferent and not moved at all.

 By then all thoughts and Phantoms
 so bedraggled and corrupted it couldn't be worse
 have set down like the citizens of Athens
                                                                                     on stone steps
 and no one will even try to explain
 if this shame of theirs called
 Brain Hemorrhage
 is a necessary role...
 or merely a natural development...!