Exhibits Of Humanity

Exhibits Of Humanity

After a day of teaching by sight and silence

their stories told to those who’ll listen with more than ears

they stretch

The Soap Lady helps wash away the dust of daylight

from eternally embracing brothers

Elfin children dance their angled bebop

over cabinets filled with epics quaking with their own jig

The faces of romeos and painters yawn

as the onion headed infant skips across their slick skulls

and a single horned grand motherly woman smiles over all

Each a teller of tales

with only a small cryptic piece of paper

as a banner to herald their achievements

Their work takes more than lifetimes

and although their lessons sting

if you approach them with youthful innocence

there is beauty in the cut

like blood on glass sparkling in sunlight

During the day with lights on bright

if you’re willing you’ll hear the drawers rattle

the glass shake

and wafting through the corridors

“We are here! We are here! We are here!”

Here where a label is not a sign of prejudice

but a rite of passage

Here where all are welcome

for they are

what you will be

June 14, 2007

Tressa Lee Breen

(Inspired by inhabitants of “In The Mutter Museum” by Teller from “Penn & Teller’s How To Play InTraffic”)