Soapbox Poet

Life’s a Menagerie (a poem)

It’s coming down; what? you ask

as I say, it’s coming down; silence.

The bodies on the stage

petition with their string arms

as the circus animals cast

their daring shadow.

Censored sound, an underwater

experience only for myself.

Water in the ears makes

standing unsteady.

9-1-1 hurry, I have a dead

skeleton in the closet.

For the grand menagerie

came to town and killed

my darlings.