Teratology
a play for one actor

In Teratology, the distant arching dome of an old train station looms over four stranded travelers, four strangers trapped together for a long night. Or are there three? Or two? Or...?

Teratology was written and originally performed by Dave O'Meara, and is one of the plays for one actor included in A Metaphysician in the Dark.

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  • Teratology Part 1

    That night,
    In that train station—

  • Teratology Part 2

    Somewhere far above us, way up there
    In the dark,
    On the other side of a vast...

  • Teratology Part 3

    There on the floor, beneath
    That thing,
    We did what we could, the four of us, to occupy...

  • Teratology Part 4

    In that huge
    Symmetrical place, our movements
    Could not help...

  • Teratology Part 5

    But its only now, in memory, that I am able
    To enjoy
    That music, now that immobility...

  • Teratology Part 6

    There was a moment, not long
    Before the moment of which I am thinking—
    The moment...

  • Teratology Part 7

    As I sat there, listening
    Silently to the silence, it occurred to me that this moment,
    This unanticipated...

  • Teratology Part 8

    There was One!
    In the row behind me, across the aisle
    To my right, stretched out ...

  • Teratology Part 9

    But as I looked down bench
    After bench, as I stared into the shadows
    Of pillar after pillar...

  • Teratology Part 10

    An urge to hurry
    Came over me, an urge
    To finish....

  • Teratology Part 11

    It was an odd, toylike
    Place, this upper balcony, a curious
    And whimsical...

  • Teratology Part 12

    All around me everything was quiet—
    Save for the low
    Meditative hum of the invisible...

  • Teratology Part 13

    Sometime later, as my thoughts returned,
    Spent
    If not chastened from their midnight...

  • Teratology Part 14

    But then, just before
    The big moment, before the catharsis
    Of auto-enumeration...

  • Teratology Part 15

    My own hand—I mean
    My hand
    When it was still a hand, a simple ordinary...

  • Teratology Part 16

    But I could not get away—there in my private
    Darkness, branded
    Onto the back of my eyelids, defying...

  • Teratology Part 17

    Wouldn't it be embarrassing
    If it turned out all along to have been
    Something I should...

  • Teratology Part 18

    Time passed, I'm sure, while I pondered
    That image,
    There with my eyes shut. Soon it lost...

  • Teratology Part 19

    "Oh yes, you may," I said, "Right here. Please do."
    And there beside me on my
    Solitary bench...

  • Teratology Part 20

    Right then, all I wanted—
    Despite my eager, throbbing hand
    Which still...

  • Teratology Part 21

    And so, for some time now,
    I've been alone,
    Undisturbed...

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