Politics, Metaphor and Life

A circus came to town today with caravans and raggy clowns and hissing steam to flute the sounds of its Calliope. Parades of preening troupers bowed: performing seals and dancing bears like courtesans displayed their wares into the waxing evening's shroud. Infernal posted bills portrayed a strong man and performing fleas, with elephants, and chimpanzees who’d steal your very breath away. And phantoms: on the high trapeze, defying odds to ply their trade above the audience, who made a silent enigmatic frieze. The ringmaster, a lone Lord God and master of their lurid days, exacted he be given praise with cracking whip and probing rod. While trusting mortals, beguiled by his demon midgets juggling balls, were herded to the waiting stalls where wily barkers caught their eye. Then sorely tempted, mesmerised, they gambled in demonic games, with numbered tickets for their names and smiles that matched their greedy eyes. The Fire Eater's flames-- shot through a grill of freaks and gurning trolls, to integrate and baste fresh souls with sauces on the barbecue. A circus came to town today with caravans and raggy clowns, and hissing steam to flute the sounds of its Calliope. And with the dying of the year you felt that you could run away to where there is no night or day under it’s aegis--- disappear...