Palms up the clowns rush
the children. Panicked they dash
about, scream & slap & fall.
Yawning tigers swivel on stools.
Bit in mouth an aerialist swings.
Pinpoint in the center ring
a top-hatted tuxedoed dwarf
flacks a whip, chews a cigar.
Midnight sharp the ropes ripple,
the big tent slumps to a puddle.
A fortune teller sorts her cards —
empress devil hermit moon
lovers — last comes the fool
white dog nipping her arse.
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