who deserves this enchanted life?

in a carousel spinning with mirrors emitting
the light of the children incessantly grinning.
infantile hands like water in cube trays,
freezing their placement over poles like a glaze.

i posture this vision through the eye of a dragonfly
while the world plays its sideshows and gore with its riches.
WELCOME TO THE CIRCUS.
you're the master's apprentice.
take these colors, these potions-devotions and notions
these puppet-string problems, you are the chemist!

mix a depleted dynasty drugged of the vision
and sell its souls without their holy permission
winter is here, it will freeze all their wishes
we'll pretend to laugh harder, we'll fill their attention.
our hands over bellies filled completely with cream,
a disease of the mortals, maggots to be..

their mannequin hearts and outlines for organs
exposed to whats naturally composed or forsaken.
how they feel waking up in a morgue full of bubbles,
morning mouth, magic mouth, maggot-mouth brothel.

a magpie's stomach full of tubes and the aching
no songs from the sky, just an evil eye etching
and scratching its lashes on a limb of life rotting
insanely just lashing the masses, it's plotting
a plan on a scroll or the thigh where you're cutting
with scissors demanding something thinner than the density of flesh
where illness is budding.

a plasterine mask of grotesque and grandeur
haunts every eye opened and shut, by a graveyard of doors.
it sweeps from the sky to swallow their lightness
and the children see demons and bodies and blankness.
moonlight hardens into a skeleton platform performance
and bonedust sticks to their skin like costumes FOR THE MASTER,
lions in the cage...a puppets face hanging.A WORLD FULL OF SIN.
full of our likeness.

a circus full of sin catered in color, completely hand written just right for our likeness.