Passage Act

I have none. I allude to some Shakespearean i suppose, and Wilfred Owen. but the poem is fully open to interpretation. 6 characters each give a short sometimes lyrical speech.

Banker- I can't earn work. Th great recession has left me destitute. Everyday i walk past the State building. Up at the window the other high rises reflect back at me.

I would like to jump up and into the window. I might see over the buildings then. Look back to where they recede.

Tailor- A stitch of mine might save the world. Baseless fabric is not fit for sowing though, and wiry gause does nothing to bond and mesh.

But i make a fine coat, and it is something.

G.I- What passing piss-stained Kackis are fit for me? I have run over pit and pockmarked land, and stumbled. And got up again. An fired guns and had fire returned.

All for unrest and action?

Cook- If music is a food for thought, should i compose a dish for you? I will eat what is left when the time is right, should i have the time to.

Of Lords and Ladies- A small green angel sits on both shoulders and whispers guidance in either ear. The left eye sneers and right.

Ballerina- Such a small price to stage this act. 

Am happy to pay it.