THE DESOLATE FAIR

red colour covered by white paste
choking dust fills the present air
structures turn to environmental waste
welcome to "the desolate fair"
a titan wakens from his daydream
a headache, a gaping wound in his heart
but he moves on with renewed steam
never again from his origin depart
wipe away the chalk from the boards
clean the stains from the dirt
intoxicated by the cries of the horde
his dying children who are hurt
he holds them and washes away their tears
thumbs wipe away the kabuki masks
he gives them hope and takes back their fears
gives them distractions and endless tasks

© 2001 thomas bates