The Great Parade

Come one

Come all

 

You want a scene?

You want a show?

 

Then step right

up, because it is

about to

begin

 

The great parade

Full of colour

And light, with

An air to kill

 

Like a night at

The Grand Guignol,

with an opera showing

 

The music flows out,

a cavalcade,

a symphony

 

Are you ready for the show?

 

It swoons

It breaks

It glows

It feels

 

Feels so

 

Cracked

Broken

Decaying

Dying

 

Stretched out

on desolation’s

boulevard

 

It is lifeless

 

Like you, dear reader

or perhaps myself,

the writer

 

It is all

It is nothing

 

It is life

 

And like that, it is over;

The crowed rises,

they recede

 

No wiser;

Not changed;

 

Absolutely

Nothing at all

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