The circus came to town
every Tuesday at 4pm.
A clown in small shoes holding hands
with a tiger,
Face-painted acrobats are scared of trolleys
so the human-cephalopod carried an armful
of baskets. And another.
Smiling tears; torn stripes; colours tumbling; watered ink.
A diverse society, a changing catalyst, a dying art –
to stare or to run.
Now that the freaks are everywhere,
What’s left to look at?
With thanks to Mark Chadbourn for the original inspiration of “clown, cephalopod, catalyst”.