The Great Parade

Come one

Come all


You want a scene?

You want a show?


Then step right

up, because it is

about to



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







Stretched out

on desolation’s



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;



Nothing at all


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