MAY BE I AM TOO LATE

MAY BE I AM TOO LATE


May be I am too late 
But the Sun is yet to rise
The curving blades of grass
Bear the burden of the dew

dark curtains not yet up 
I am still in the green room
Painting and panting for the  pantomime

My heart seems asleep without art
If I remember right 
I was shot last night 

And perhaps I forgot to die
An innocent faceless death

Life is an uncertain comedy
Death is still more comical
Trying to cover up the tragedy