Friday, May 06, 2022

 

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 a beloved Circus.


The girls felt pretty in 

their spangled tights, and


the men shot from cannons, 

despite singed eyebrows,

enjoyed the trip.

 

But the clowns 

got handguns.


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