A Silent Expiration (Borrowed Emotions from a Ringmasters Perspective)

Cover the mirrors 

Open the windows

Let the mourners in

Through the front door.

 

Gather around a wooden box

To witness an act

Played by a dead corpse

 

A tear here and a tear there

Enough to fill a bowl

To water the parched air.

 

Life is just a circular affair

Never eternal 

But not the end.