|
It's All A Circus
Beneath the blue
Cloud-studded
Canvas
The circus comes to town,
Clowns climbing ladders,
Pained faces,
Masks spilling paint,
Drawing blood,
Tripping each other up,
Escalating cruelty.
Those hidden behind
Enlarged lips,
Bulbous noses,
Frayed, coloured hair
Lure us beneath
Their baggy costumes.
Beneath that canopy
The high wire acts,
The trapeze tsars
Tumble free falling
From Las Vegas
To Everest,
Those death cheaters
Taking up a sliver
Of the edge of the world.
High rolling
Crash and burn
Victims amaze us.
All of us are between
The outreached hands
Waiting for the chalk
Dust arms of fate.
Beneath the mantle
Woven with the stars
Fat ladies with love
Nestled in their hearts
Weep lonely tears.
The rubber man
Doesn't bounce back.
The snake charmer's
Closest friend is the cool
Dry skin of reptiles.
The magician is no
Longer mythological.
The freaks are only
Comfortable after dark.
The carnival has always
Been in town.
David P. Fraser
David P. Fraser's Web Site
Email: David P. Fraser
Return to Table of Contents
|