knocked back aghast
we perform our tasks in manner perfunctory
awaiting ascendancy or armageddon
we flip and fly, aloft in the sky
as the clock winds down
and the clowns
honk their horns and o'ertake the circus
set loose the animals from their cages
destroying with seltzer and paint the stages
so we watch a carnage commence
commanded by sense to stay above it
but there is no escape
from the roars or trumpets
and we'll swing in the breeze
by noose or trapeze
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