Talent
Buried
Deep
Under
Ground

Covered
Up
No sound

We lay
Over
The freshly
Dug earth

Losing
Limbs
Squirming
Like worms

Watching, waiting.…

Clowns
Made Up

Monkeys
Symbolising

Wankers
Wrists
Harmonising....

For the
Circus
Performers
To end

We rehearsed….

Our turn

We didn’t
Stand up
We lay
And
Squirmed