Every family onstage had a history, a narrative
That undulated through their hands and fingers like
the tassels of a prayer shawl. Within the
space of a few hours, the audience watched
a handful of Tevye’s five daughters
run off and gotten married to the neighborhood boys.
And when he sang “If I Were a Rich Man,”
he brought the house down, even in rehearsal.
At the end, The Constable evicted
The townspeople from their village.
But he wasn’t a bad guy. He was just doing his job.
The exodus occurred three days later, mournfully,
The displaced carrying their belongings in beat-up suitcases
and worn out bindlesticks made to look even more worn
by the theater magic of the prop girls.
After the show, the choreographer ran off with
One of the other Russian thugs. Their disappearance
Went unmentioned in the review.
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