her question is like
Schrodinger's box
breaking open
and the cat that
jumps out/lies there
(alive/dead)
is Brecht
grinning his ingratiating
shit eating
grin
unshaven
disheveled
his beady eyes
piercing surfaces
penetrating depths
staring reality in the eye
until reality turns away
blushing and stammering.
Brecht
twisting answers
into questions
and those questions
into more questions
until the ingenious
disingenuous
deceptions
that are called
human nature
are strewn all over
the stage
and we laugh/gasp
because now
we understand better
(a little better)
why it is
that people
(so many people)
weep.
