Fame is fickle food. by Emily Dickinson
HOLLYWOOD
LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION
SCENE
TAKE
ROLL
DATE
SOUND
DIRECTOR
Fame is a fickle food
Upon a shifting plate
Whose table once a
Guest but not
The second time is set
The second time is set
Whose crumbs the crows inspect
And with ironic caw
And with ironic caw
Flap past it to the
Farmer’s corn
Men eat of it and die