DIVINE
A: I saw him. Hideous.
B: Yes. Of course, I havent seen him, but the reports are not good.
A: Divine. Its an odd name for a man.
B: Not for him, somehow. Apt.
A: An odd man.
B: They say that he could heal wounds just by singing over them.
A: No. Thats the myth building. It wasnt healing he did. His voice, it made you stop feeling pain. Nothing miraculous in that. Its just wonderful.
B: It doesnt seem possible that its happening to him. A tragedy.
A: An upright, devout man destroyed.
B: Hes alive.
A: Alive but silent now. Ordinary.
B: Sad that such things happen. I remember my father telling me of a tall man with long hair and olive skin walking through the fields.....singing hymns and touching the workers. The pain left their backs.
A: My father was in one of those fields. I was too, though too young to do much work. I remember the feeling, like his voice filled you so full there wasnt any room for cares or worry, they just spilled out onto the ground.
B: They hated him. Called him "Bolshevik".
A: Threw him in jail.
B: On a chain gang.
A: Sang to the rocks and asked them to break.
B: Yes. And they did.
A: They cut out his tongue.
B: They say he hummed his pain away and the birds tried to nest in his hair.
A: Seems so odd. Do you believe any of it?
B: Well, youve seen him.
A: I saw him today. Hollow eyed. He didnt make a sound. A guard spat on him and he didnt move.
B: People treat badly what they fear.
A: Hes nothing to be afraid of. A broken old man they tell wild stories about.
B: Stories he can neither confirm nor deny.
A: So. Divine is alone in the world.
Lights out
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Performed by (?) Scott Silet and Sean Nitchmann