THE CIRCUS

High above they balance
by the thinnest of threads
awaiting gasp's of dread,

with magicians of
objective manipulation,
clowns with fake smiles
and common visions,

entertain with a means
to gain favor among the
crowds, sights and sounds
under the big top grounds,

on the trapeze,
like jets they twist in the air,
to cheers and diverted stares,
below the pungent smells
of fear and rage coming
from the animal cage,

all eyes upon the juggers
hands, and in the light
he stands, the one who
commands, in his smile
of plaster and suit
of alabaster, all hail
the mighty ring master.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the circus. Few circus are left for this generation. I enjoyed the description and the story in the poetry. Nothing better than some clowns, elephants and tigers to see. Thank you Rene for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote