The day has drawn to its darkened end
Light shows fade out beyond twilight’s bend.
Ticket booth darkened, the end’s not far-
Silence bewildering between grass and star.
Generators cough, steel hammers sigh…
Metal beings disassembled, travel drawing nigh.
Foremen yelling for the Green to get to it…
Dismantling their present just to get through it.
A Mulligan Wheel crumbling to the ground
Meticulously unraveling, later to be found
Erected again. A great monster of heights
But silenced for just this moment. Just this night.
The Grand Carousel of Herschell’s persuasion
Being stripped of horses in slough’s invasion.
Poles shaken loose as the great canvas falls.
Wrapping in on itself… the work never stalls.
But I… I must leave to seek further spots
To play our show… to seek better lots.
I leave with fond sorrow wrapped in my heart.
Heaven is waiting, of which, we’re all a part.
As the midway falls, it resurrects itself miles away.
Bright as the old, its majestic charm never fades.
Not set in stone, are our lives frail and swift.
I will be a part of the smallest aisle to the highest lift.
And when darkness meets the darkened carnival lights
I will be watching the crew from the nearest of heights.
Do not mourn the passing of this simple man
But know… Know that I will set up again.
