My Life: The Carnival

An extinguished grace spun loudly
as the boughs broke beneath your burden.
India’s trumpets thundering and shuttering, quieted-
returned to console the clammering crowd.

The crumpled heap, center ring
emits its hunger-inducing stench amongst the
caged carnivors whose jowels laced in drool
wedge determined through the bars.

The carnival’s pillage is
catalyst for our ringmaster’s applause.
His now vagrant expression
ensuring victory by sabotage.


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