Broadway Poem by Daniel Bellerose

Elegance drips out of their mouths like thick blood
Falling in solid teardrops onto the floor
High heels elevate higher than the world can see
Giants, towering above the average world
Broadway flashes across their minds in moving pictures
Divorce, magazine trials, and dead stars line their streets
They are the famous, those who have died without the knowledge of their deaths
They have sold their souls to the night market
Stretching out their lives across the skeletal frames of the screen
While they stomp and drag their feet until their heels fall off
The average worship them and kiss the ground they dragged across
Their gods are lower than themselves, and their souls are devoted to the soulless
Golden pedestals stand above the broken streets
And fountains of bleak stardom stain the spotless screen of art