Cancelled
Today there is a performance
of happiness about to happen.
Players mime, display
painted smiles over painted eyes.
I am late
an expectant crowd had already formed,
even the town beggars
had stopped panhandling for gold coins
and are waiting curiously for the
show to begin.
An announcer announces:
The script had been lost
in a crisis of doubtful origin.
Joy has been indefinitely delayed.
Someone jeered loudly
another cheered softly.
The performers knelt down
and prayed for more red wine.
Eventually milk and honey was delivered
on the backs of sweating mules,
but they were both stale.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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