Requiem for an Aging Prima Donna “Encore!” they bleed Curtsied and ruffled, Once royal flesh, now Leotard callous kneed Greasy painted mirth, I bow my swanned head in kinned animate dread. Dwindled times chant Wrinkles and sags Wriggle and creep, Seep from concealed Lucid farrows, Creases that won’t be denied. Inside I weep. Curtains sweep,…