You there, walking along the midway
come into my tent, for only a dollar
I will show you wonders
beyond your meager comprehension
but this offer is only good
for the next fifteen minutes
for that is when I start my show,
It’s not something you want to miss.
I know you’ve seen quarters pulled
from ears, doves fly off
from and oversized top hat
that moments before was empty
but you have never seen
the likes of what I will show you.
Here is my father, watch him
closely cast his seed, closely
and like that he is gone.
Not good enough you say
then watch again, even
more closely this time, see her
lie on my table, her gown
draped over her, see me reach
and pluck a small baby
better than a pigeon isn’t it,
but you blinked, where has she gone.
Only tepid applause, so I guess
you want one more, and I
am never one to disappoint.
See him standing there
it almost looked like
he is standing before a mirror shaving
and now he, too, is gone
before your very eyes.
If you still aren’t satisfied
if you haven’t gotten
your monies worth then please,
please step forward, for I can work
with others than my parents,
truly I can, so where are you going.
Step into my tent ladies and gentlemen
the next show starts
in only fifteen minutes,
all for a single dollar.
First published in The Parliament Literary Magazine – Issue 5- Masks and Manes