Circus Performer
The fat lady had a whispery blond beard
her eyes were coal black and from her body
the odour of pee arose and her silence was
full of unfulfilled hate against her destiny
She smiled and waved when carried into
the circus ring, not a care in the world, and
the public laughed and laughed; horse piss
and sawdust no circus can be without it.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Saturday, March 15, 2008
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