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| When the Circus came to Town |
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| Poetry Cycles - Poems of Transition | |||
| Lisa Jain Thompson | |||
| Thursday, 04 January 2007 15:20 | |||
![]() When the Circus came to Town.
I've led all the elephants out of the train,
Led them straight through the center of town
I've put up the posters, I've put up the tent,
I've been ringmaster and sometimes the clown.
I've run my own show, with me as the star,
I've drawn crowds from miles around.
And all in all, and in the end,
When everything was said and done,
I realized I couldn't go on
Deceiving everyone.
So here I am in the center ring,
All my props have been taken and struck,
Some of the crowd is lingering still,
Some of the crowd has cut and run.
But they always got their money's worth,
I was never less then I was,
But there's nothing left, no slight of hand,
Just the poet bare-assed naked on her stage.
L. J. Thompson
Copyright 2000
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