Friday, December 21, 2012

 

Circus

 

After the final convulsion, 
the King fled. 
 
There followed emperors, 
each more decadent 

than the last. Culminating 
with one enamored of making
the nation into his beloved Circus.

The girls felt pretty in 
their spangled tights, and

the men shot from canons, 
despite singed eyebrows,
enjoyed the trip.
 
But the clowns 
got handguns.

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Comments:
Spectacular! From title to closing line.
 
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