04 diciembre 2007
The Carny
And no-one saw The Carny go
The weeks flew by
'Til they moved on the show
Leaving his caravan behind
It was parked out on the south-east ridge
And as the company crossed the bridge
With the first rain filling the bone-dry river bed
It shone just so upon the edge
Away! Away! We're sad to say!
Dog-boy, Atlas, Mandrake, the Geeks, the hired hands
There was not one among them that did not cast an eye behind
In the hope that The Carny would return to own kind
The Carny left behind a horse all skin and bone
That he'd named 'Sorrow'
And it was a shallow, unmarked grave
That that old nag was laid
In the then parched meadow
And it was the dwarves that were given the task of digging the ditch
And laying the nag's carcass in ground
While Boss Bellini waved his smoking pistol around
Saying, "the nag was dead meat
We can't afford to carry dead weight"
While the whole company standing about
Not making a sound
And turning to the dwarves perched upon the enclosure gate
The Boss says, "bury this lump of crow bait"
And the rain came hammering down
Everybody running for their wagons
Tying all the canvas flaps down
The mangy cats growling in their cages
The bird-girl flapping and squarking around
The whole valley reeking of wet beast
Wet beast and rotten sodden hay
Freak and brute creation
All packed up and on their way
The three dwarves peering from their wagon's hind
Moses says to Noah, "We shoulda dugga deepa one"
Their grizzled faces like dying moons
Still dirty from the digging done
And Charlie, the eldest of the three, said
"I guess The Carny ain't gonna show"
And they were silent for a spell
Wishing they had done a better job of burying Sorrow
And the company passed from the valley into higher ground
The rain beat on the ridge and on the meadow and on the mound
Until nothing was left, nothing at all
Except the body of Sorrow that rose in time
To float upon the surface of the eaten soil
And a murder of crows did circle round
First one then the others flapping blackly down
And The Carny's van still sat upon the edge
Tilting slowly as the firm ground turned to sludge
And the rain it hammered down
The rain it hammered down
And the rain it hammered down
And the rain it hammered down
And no-one saw The Carny go
No-one saw The Carny go
And no-one saw The Carny go
I say it's funny how things go
posted by Jose A. Corno at
5:52 p. m.
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