May 132014
The circus tent is coming down leaving this bedraggled town
The clowns sit on their wooden crates playing poker, the trapeze artist is painting her toenails The barker is barking, imitating the dogs The big boss counts the money in his double wide
The elephants are strung together with thick ropes, the trainer hurries them along to the waiting semi
Stragglers from the audience hang around kids watching with blank stares knowing they are stuck here in the projects and nothing has changed for them
absolutely nothing, the show was a two-hour diversion the town is dead, and will pass from memory as fast as the circus’s entourage roars out of town