Eater Of Worlds

 

Zanni

Sits in front of a mirror

Smears his face with paint

His sad eyes

Come alive

With rings of black

And the white muzzle

Cracks when he smiles

 

Auguste

Paints a teardrop on his cheek

And swigs

From a bottle

Of broken dreams

The hot liquid

Burns his cackling throat

And warms his cold, cold heart

 

Harlequinade

Transforms

Into Joey

Anarchist

Joker and fool

Never look in his eyes

For they are dead

The colour of crow’s wings

 

Estragon, Vladimir

Wait in the wings

Buster and Stanley

And Oliver too

In Blackpool

A young child

Nervously laughs

at dough faced Charlie

 

Bozo

Child of Grimaldi

Father of Pennywise

Who Stephen inks

When he sits alone

And howls at the moon

Looking for inspiration

in Coulrophobes

 

Adam

Picks up a hammer

And stands in the woods

Gestures for children

To come hither and join him

Laughter exchanged

For something much darker

In these more civilised times