Guard B resumes shaving the Playwright while the other two guards hold him down.
Guard B: So, you write?
Ever thought about throwing it all in?
My boy here thinks he’s a bit of a poet.
Guard A: Mum!
Guard B: What did I say?
Guard A: Sorry ma’am.
Guard B: Go on, read him some of your stuff.
Guard A: No!
Guard B: He’s modest. I said, read it to him, or I’ll do it for you.
Guard A: I don’t, I don’t know any.
Guard B: What about that one you’ve got in your pocket?
Guard A: No.
Guard B: Waiting for a quiet moment to meet him?
Guard A: No I wasn’t.
Guard B: So you do have one on you? Give it here.
I said, give it here.
She reads the following to herself. It’s up to the production to decide how and whether this poem is ever revealed …
The poem reads: You showed me the horizon
You wanted me to see,
Your happy children dancing in the sunlight,
Without a care, Lasezze faise
In property and prosperity
But I couldn’t see anything
And you mad at me because I could not see
My own hand in front of my face
The truth in front of my eyes, that I was calling lies
You called me a dirty creature – unintelligent, wilfully negligent of
And you would not believe me
When I said that all I could see
Guard B: What is this?
Guard A: Nothing.
Guard B: What’s that?
Guard A: It’s nothing ma’am.
Guard B: Shall I show it to our friend here?
Leader’s Guard: Oh, I don’t (like poems) …
Guard A: No!
Guard B screws up the poem into a ball and drops it. She returns to shaving the Playwright.
Guard B: Go home.
Guard A: What?
Guard B: You’re dismissed, go home.
Guard A: I’m not (going home) …
Guard B: Stand down Sergeant. You’re no longer required today.
Guard A leaves. The set up continues in the room.