RingmasterA Poem by CyberxionRingmaster
The Circus is there The lines are drawn in the sand The circle of dust and colors and blood The chains of performance
The Circus is here A prod in the back with a shocking stick if the elephants Or the checkbooks Don’t balance correctly
The Circus is them The smiles of children under a big red tent Colorful costumes Colorful light Nothing looks quite right The weighted doves of thought take flight The crowd gasps as their breath is taken away And sold
The Circus is blind The rainbow prism of the tear drops of tigers backlight back a ring of fire The stripes and burns on the back of those who work and roar for none to hear Caged in a cart on a journey Across the land of the free and the home of the behaved Biding his time for a chance to start and lose a war.
The Circus is alive Crackerjacks and peanuts are all thrown in the elephant’s face We laugh, but don’t There is a thought we are all thinking And the elephant is actually in the room His name is Dumbo He has huge ears and hears every word they say And cannot speak a word But one day he will fly
The Circus is dead The tent is just a place A giant piece of cloth A parachute that pushes us down Instead of softening the landing
The Circus is Beautiful There is everything to catch the eye And everything to strip them dry The song of the carnie swindler A hired hand with his hand in the cookie jar Who cries like an unrepentant child if he is caught
The Circus is America The Circus is Sin Have you met the Red Ringmaster and his mustache that curls into horns? © 2014 Cyberxion |
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Added on September 30, 2014 Last Updated on September 30, 2014 Tags: ringmaster, sin, circus, elephant, beatnik |