1 THE SCRIPT
| PONTIUS: | [looking out of the window as he drinks from a bottle] My god! |
| JACK KETCH: | [poking his head briefly round the curtain] said dismissively - note the origins of this word |
| PONTIUS: | we have multiple horizons |
| TOBY: | God aside, we have more than one horizon |
| THE BABY: | God the discarded |
| [Jack Ketch sneaks in at the side of the stage] | |
| TOBY: | God not true |
| THE BABY: | Unfaithful |
| TOBY: | Unreliable |
| JUDAS: | Not to be believed in. God not; to be believed in |
| [Jack Ketch marches towards Pontius] | |
| PONTIUS: | [pushing Jack Ketch away] framed |
| MRS PUNCHED: | The horizons are in frame |
| JUDAS: | and God is in focus and we have plans for it |
| PONTIUS: | the horizon is less explicable. I have seen what I have seen. |
| [Jack Ketch pulls out his handcuffs but drops them. He scrabbles on all fours for them] | |
| THE BABY: | Tree trunk holes in the landscape above the horizon line. That's what I see. Vertical gaps in the nature - |
| TOBY: | and two gigantic blue noses. |
| PONTIUS: | I have no idea |
| THE BABY: | A stand of trees, a fence, a border, gender unknown. Keep out; or, do not dare to enter |
| MRS PUNCHED: | I yearn for the dark forest... I matter - |
| PONTIUS: | you matter |
| JACK KETCH: | it matters... [He retrieves his handcuffs and stands up rather wearily] |
| TOBY: | in the forest - |
| JACK KETCH: | At the end of the mass transportation vehicle, there is a door which leads to Hell |
| PONTIUS: | It says so on the door. The window is barred. I cannot escape. |
| [Pontius moves away from Jack Ketch] | |
| THE BABY: | They begin to arm themselves. |
| [Jack Ketch advances on Pontius] | |
| JACK KETCH: | They begin to conquer territory they do not need. |
| [Pontius keeps his distance but Ketch is slowly cornering him] | |
| MRS PUNCHED: | I twisted in and twisted around. It was better than last time. Last time I hurt my kidneys. This time I just twisted around. Next time I shall keep my shoes on. [She picks up the baby] |
| PONTIUS: | What do you think, Thyroids? |
| JACK KETCH: | He likes amusing epithets and advances angrily once he has said this one. |
| MRS PUNCHED: | [rocking the baby in her arms] The world is rocking me to sleep, |
| [A policeman enters and is immediately stabbed by Pontius] | |
| TOBY: | he says, cutting the first throat; it's its virtual sunlight. |
| [Pontius grabs the baby from Mrs Punched, who looks as though she is screaming but doesn't make a sound, and starts swinging it double-handed] | |
| THE BABY: | We speed ahead, he says |
| PONTIUS: | [swinging the baby in one hand now] we speed ahead |
| THE BABY: | Most of the town tonight, he says |
| MRS PUNCHED: | He is terrorising this carriage, a posh lady says |
| JUDAS: | Moishe, Moishe, don't cause trouble |
| TOBY: | I have invented a man whom I shall empower in order to have someone to keep informed. He will become the most knowledgeable human being in the universe. I may do no more |
| JACK KETCH: | [Grabbing hold of Pontius] Mutual exclamations |
| PONTIUS: | They can't climb out of their cages before falling off; but they try it anyway. |
| [Ketch slips the noose over Pontius' head] | |
| MRS PUNCHED: | [to Pontius] The ultimate adrenalin would be falling into your face. |
| [Ketch hangs Pontius] |
2 A PAINTERLY SEQUENCE
My god! (said dismissively - note the origins of this word), we havve multiple horizons. God aside, we have more than one horizon. God the discarded. God not true. Unfaithful. Unreliable. Not to be believed in. God not; to be believed in, framed. The horizons are in frame and God is in focus and we have plans for it; the horizon is less explicable. I have seen what I have seen - past tense as I lack recording apparatus.
Tree trunk holes in the landscape above the horizon line. That's what I see. Vertical gaps in the nature and two gigantic blue noses. I have no idea. A stand of trees, a fence, a border, gender unknown. Keep out; or, do not dare to enter. I yearn for the dark forest... I matter, you matter, it matters... in the forest.
At the end of the mass transportation vehicle, there is a door which leads to Hell. It says so on the door. The window is barred. I cannot escape. They begin to arm themselves. They begin to conquer territory they do not need. I twisted in and twisted around. It was better than last time. Last time I hurt my kidneys. This time I just twisted around. Next time I shall keep my shoes on.
What do you think, Thyroids? He likes amusing epithets and advances angrily once he has said this one. The world is rocking me to sleep, he says, cutting the first throat; it's its virtual sunlight. We speed ahead, he says; we speed ahead. Most of the town tonight, he says. He is terrorising this carriage, a posh lady says. Moishe, Moishe, don't cause trouble, someone says, as if quoting, and laughs.
I have invented a man whom I shall empower in order to have someone to keep informed. He will become the most knowledgeable human being in the universe. I may do no more.
Mutual exclamations. They can't climb out of their cages before falling off; but they try it anyway. The ultimate adrenalin would be falling into your face.
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Published PK Featured poet
NB Published as "Two views..." - a silent editorial change which was missed
by the author at the time of publication