Comedy and Tragedy

[Semicircle]

There he stood,
a small man far below.
Fourteen months sober:
an interloper,
gone where he shouldn't go.

He told his story;
chilling to the core,
of little girls and razorblades-
the toke plume, the way it fades,
and drugs he took before.

He had us ask questions--
this miniscule man,
sadly only an uninterested two
broke through,
unnapreciated, off he ran.

I had a question for him 
when the lights were dim,
"What was it like overdosing
and waking up to more?
What was it like when your children
witnessed overdose four?"

I later made jokes about drugs
that the small man wouldn't approve of,
but he would have found them funny
if he had stuck around for
question three.