Coney Island, Cincinnati
You were glorious and spectacular
more fun than a barrel of monkeys
a thrill a minute with roller coasters
and Ferris wheels and side shows, cotton
candy and near beer to persuade dates
to the tunnel of love and a kiss or 2.
Now the splendor is just rusted iron
and rotted wood and peeling paint and
graffiti and broken windows. We live
old and fat and bald in misery we got
used to long ago. We ride this Beast in
terror and thrills to our bitter ends.
The Beast was a roller coaster of immense proportions!