a modern opera

by dm gillis

hey Puccini
in the parking lot
in the Smart Car with your metronome
write me an opera for Wayne Newton
post-Romantic and verismo

put Danke Schoen in the aria
and make the tenor weep
blue as mouldy cold cuts
in a two-bit Vegas buffet

because an idol should shed a tear
as he walks onto the stage
smoothing his Icarus lapels
before the spotlights of Crete