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THE CIRCUS IS IN TOWN
Wrought iron gates
Provide the backdrop
For the explosion of human remembrance
There’s been a hit a run
With a 52 year old paying the price
“Loved” “Best Grandma” “Beloved Wife”
Say all the hallmark cards
A lantern with tea light candles has gathered dust
Withered bouquets of roses have shrivelled
The ink has faded on handwritten declarations of love
But
Roll up roll up
Cirque de Soleil is in town!
Cable tied posters lay over the impromptu display
“I’ll never forget you” smothered by Samson the Counting Dog
Framed passages of divine mercy are buried since
The Body Contortionist is in town
With limbs adept at folding into boxes
As audiences clutch their overpriced sucrose
Plying their mouths with technicolour e-numbers
As the beat of trance music vibrates their bones
Are you not entertained?
And so we roll up, roll up
For the entertainment of today smothers
The losses of yesterday
Yet both are eventually blown away by indifferent winds
Which strip the wrought iron gates of both
Just the same