Pantomime Horses

Carnival horses stapled to their carousel
running in circles
faces long and growing old
well I’ve seen their eyes roll back to whites

they drive away somewhere
to save their manes of hair
somewhere else

trapped in their courses
cursed for every lie they said
wishing for sugar they can’t eat with plastic heads

I’ve seen their faces
cracked in places
flies away somewhere
to hide their riding gear
somewhere else

it feels like glue
so very frightening
thoroughbreds
run fast like lightning
don’t do me
don’t to me
don’t do me
don’t…

when you talk to my head
when you talk through my head
when you talk to my head
when you talk through my head

©2000 SWRouach

(Image by Jim Semonik from Pixabay)