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.
