Under the big top *** Wee and friends
went backstage of the circus
For they Who dared; needed an adventure
embarked on secret mission
to the room where caged
held their curiosities only
young boys immersed in giggling
disappointed until arriving
at the said spot which they beheld
along a long dark corridor they came to a  door hung where a sign they read

[Good Girl, the Pink Elephant,
Curious?
A Sight to See! Exhibition of the Freak
Now inside]  
                  ,,, It was also
  [CLOSED] (No admittance, under renovation!.)
               ,, they enter

Creeping along in the dark they came to a  point to stop and feel around for a light on end of a string,
                       ,,,(Clicked on)
laying in middle of room, a large flat tabletop, holding a thick entity of an unknown nature.
pieces of flesh clods,
cool-to-the -touch-
mounds of a non-moving members, slippery and wet, quiet

             ,,,hushed whisper, told his pushing companions
    
    "Stop hitting on me!"

until only he could hear himself say
In the small known way
at which he laughed at his own macabe sense of inward humor
  
   "Dot. Dot. Dee. Dee... thats what she said. Heh heh"
consoled himself with such inward
              humming  as he touched the delicate skin of the mounds contours

"Three blind mice, Three blind mice
       see how they run, see how they run"

         ..,shouting he said  

"IS THIS THE TRUNK, OR THE TAIL?!"
I feel something kinda warm coming out
Wut dat, WUT DIS, Who dhere?"

Out of the room they left
in single file, differening recollections.

For *** Wee
His laugh
his own an inward openness
to being gone or extinct, said

     "whatever happens in my life was to
       little"

To this idea We talked about It
Of *** Wee and companions
curious reflections
The One failing suicide access.