The Night We Let the Animals Go
The night started out as a gift, a fable
with doves blooming white and alive in the air
The top of the tent open wide to enable
freedom of wingspan exploded and bare
Elephant troops with red sequin blankets
sauntering out past the blind ticket taker
Lions with whips in the grips of their teeth
winking and nodding goodbye to their tamer.
Streamers of silk fabric loosely attached
to muscle taut beings with black painted faces
Ravel, unravel like waves of bright color
and swirl around children in unawkard graces
Sardine car clowns crumble out of their vices
to summersault brilliant and wipe the ink paint
somewhere up in the tippy top of the bleachers
a thick popcorn muncher stops munching to faint
Horses with headdresses tasseled and gold
command the attention of those young and old
With a fling of their heads they are back in their coats
Their unrestrained power, black-eyed and bold
The ringmasters top hat is hooked by a bear
the ringmaster laughs and floats into the air
Grizzly parade on four legs, not just two
lead by a top hatted bear with no cares
In all such disclaimers, panic ensues
and patrons of frumpery clamber like ants
except for the boy in seat A forty two
whose attention is glued like the seat of his pants
The night changed the patterns of thinking of masses
it recycled ideas and absolved all we know
To cage bitter beauty is fraught with disaster
We learned this the night we let the animals go...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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