Circus Music

So you’re dying, but you’re not,
But you are, but something is.
The body is a circus

Mostly reduced to the clowns,
The acrobats mostly gone,
A dark circus, shadowy,

No lions, no lion tamer—
Eerie processions, pratfalls,
Problems with all proportions—

Too many climb in the car,
Too many more climb back out,
Empty and crowded at once.

The organ music sounds faint.
The organ sounds far away.