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Merry-Go-Round
In a city gone grey with age and memory
An amusement park sits abandoned
With a rusted out Ferris wheel and
Dangling chairs crying in the breeze.
The dodgem cars brood together
With their sparkless staves
That reach for sagging old nets.
A house of mirrors distorting reality
Each for the other,
A tunnel of love, a longtime loveless.
And narrow gauge tracks turn into
A haunted house that frightens the ghosts.
Merry-go-round, going up and down.
Flesh and blood ponies impaled on cold poles.
Wooden children ride on their saddles in silence.
Going up and down, in waves of chill fog