a play

by Erik Kestler

(Identically uniformed police carrying power woodcutting tools march into room. Stand in line facing audience. One at front screams menacingly, just before all scream, while turning on devices.)
(Continue screaming. Alternate devices off and on. Smoke of machines should fill room.)
(A minute or two into this, for the final thirty seconds to a minute, a baby’s voice coos over speakers, placed at director’s discretion.)
(All out; baby does not make last sound.)

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