Between heaven and hell
we walk a tight wire.
We leap into the air
hoping to land
on some safe and distant platform.
We poke chairs at tigers,
try getting bears to dance,
elephants to tiptoe,
dogs to stop barking,
monkeys to be wise.
We juggle weighty clubs,
breathe fire,
choking on kerosene,
balance on fragile pyramids of chairs
trusting their thin legs.
We spring, we vault, we soar at times,
rebounding off the frayed trampoline.
We gamely dive through hoops,
leap over a dozen barrels,
sometimes colliding with number twelve.
One day the animals escape their cages
leaving the ringmaster
and the clown
to slug it out.
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