by OceanzestHamilton, Waikato, New Zealand
Oct 2022 229 Views 1 comments
Cirque des morts
In the late late sunlight
dwarfs chewing matchsticks
in carnival rings
they have mustered
the feathered girls
from the tents
for the clown
he is deceased
like high wire fire
a drummer boy's defeat
here the town goes down
on the edge of the sun
dwarfs chewing matchsticks
in carnival rings
they have mustered
the feathered girls
from the tents
for the clown
he is deceased
like high wire fire
a drummer boy's defeat
here the town goes down
on the edge of the sun
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Oct 2022
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