Inside the BIRD CAGE Theatre, Tombstone
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On the wall at the bottom of the stairs on the lower level of the Bird cage theater is a framed poem that looks aged. A dedication to this theatre of times gone by, the poem reads:
THE OLD BIRD CAGE THEATRE:
A Ruin now, the temple of sin, a riot of dust and decay;
Lizards crawl on the crumbling wall where bats and owls hold away.
Oh what tales of other days these walls to us now tell;
Of strife for gain, of lust for gold, of wasted beauty and honour sold.
Scattered hopes and empty dreams, these crumbles walls, where the moon-lit gleams.
Oh what tales they now relate of misspent lives, of love and hate.
As we drift by to bygone days, behold the walls are all ablaze with light from the glittering chandeliers, as we look back - through the mist of years.
We see the sights as we pass along, we hear the laughter and soul-less song; of women who loved and were betrayed, we glimpse the pitiful parts they play.
How bitter the dregs of the cup they quaff is told by the mirthless hollow laugh, of fallen angles of dance hall fame.
Butterflies singed in this temple of shame, now in the gloomy cobwebbed hall we hear the whir of a roulette ball; the clinking of gold, the clincking of dice; the battering of souls at the devil's price. e see the wretched souls laid bare, in the den of vice, where the bright glare; of men who live and fought and died; of women who loved and lost and sighed.
This poem tells the whole story of