Drama queens seem
to come to their own
in Act 2 Scene 1
the plot thickens
like a stew or a jam
a brogue or a brick
thick I think
like that
run scales up and down
just to loosen the throat
shake their hands
get the willys out
stretch and bend
pointe and flex
prep
for that wondrous moment
the aria
the coup de grâce
Plié center stage
slit their throat
all the time plotting
how they’ll tell their friends
how unjust and unfair
the world is
© Carlos Chagall, 2013
Alphabet City 
A Swan of a poem–even though it told me that the murder would come in Act 2 Scene 1, I was still startled when it happened. Seriously, a delightful poem. Thanks for this.
You are welcome, and thank you for a brilliant comment. —-Chagall