Uncaged animals

Uncaged animals                       

They speak
but then they don’t
these handlers of truth

their baton tongues rattle
along loose evaporating bars

we see through a decline
without any nurture
the promise withering within


I’ll hold your hand
step out Fred and Ginger
fall and rise

hand on cuff less wrist
over this diapason rescue

but then again

the side show ennui
calls us back
one last performance

we will grow tired
of the ringmaster’s whip
stand up with the big cat
nine tails or lives

if you slip
I will slip too
one for one
this is how a number grows.

Published in Live Encounters Volume One December 2019 edited by Mark Ulyseas

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