September 3, 2010

the transience of circus people

The three ringed circus
This variety show
My novelty act
Has come to a close

I thought I was
Trapeze girl
Swinging with wings
Not my own

Sword swallowing
For applause
When the audience arrived

I spoke into mirrors
Thinking angels were

Sleeping with caged tigers
Feeding elephants
Begging on back legs
Sad dusty gray cement

Sweated fingers slip
I fall to empty space
Without a net
He has his own angel

I saw him, still seeing him
But without a country
The tent falls
His caravan moves on

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