Above it all
Chalk, grip, fling
Gaily he swings
But failing to grasp
A tampered trapeze...
The untimely release
Forgetting the netting
Faith unforgiving
Inviting the vetting
Sloppier sleeves
Tattered dressings
Billow down
While below,
stands Blinky,
Helplessly.
The frown
Painted on,
but real terror
in his eyes
and while panic erupts,
curtains are drawn
on the crumpled,
...and the clown
No, Blinky’s not crying
Just shedding a tear
An artist lies dying,
and for Blinky,
…too near.
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