When the play ends, everybody dies;
We forget the play’s mysteries
And find in the lobby a low hum.
Those whom the play managed to please,
Whom we might call happy, death defies.
Those who couldn’t wait for the play to end—
Those we might call miserable,
Head to the lobby at various speeds,
And they, too, receive the bad news;
The cooling lobby is their last stop;
Wretched, they had far fewer needs—
But they get no reward for hating the play.
One who saw life was a fraud is ready to drop:
“I love death!” The rest push him away
As they look for exits, but death defies
All—even the one who most hated the play—
Even the one who did not watch the play, dies.