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A Pittance

Denizens of underworld,
A cavern for a stage,
Invisible to all but those
Who peer into the cage,
And point and stare and wonder how
We fell into the trap
Of playing in an opera pit –
Until they start to clap.
For then they rise for diva’s bow
To see us there below.
And now the truth is obvious –
Without us there’s no show.
Compared to grossest salaries,
A pittance is our fee.
But pit is where we make great art,
Where inspiration’s free.

–Rowena Hammill