Fallible Species
Are we the same?
The questions are real the answers are in an arena
Performing at a circus
Men on wires with laughter and tears
The noise
The silent noise
On goes the appearance
And the pitiful elephants desensitized
The doors are shut
The sawdust has settled
Spent weary faces strive for another day
Clowns with cherry hair
The fat lady sings
For a time she is happy
But inside she dies
A slow death of suffocated words
And they rush pass fast
Nonexistent smiles on happy people
Clutching their counterfeit lives out loud
And they are the indistinguishable
Wearing long black suits
Copyright © Laura Mckenzie | Year Posted 2009
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