Piece 4: Honest Henry

We were cast out, set aside.

Sent to this ghost town,

Run-down amusement park.

We could see our pasts play in the house of broken mirrors.

In the haunted house we took shifts being on display.

We became the circus act,

Full of freaks & beasts,

The mice that scared the mighty elephant,

The broken would up car,

The doll missing a limb or a painted eye,

Runts of our litters,

A purple nosed clown.

Our stage, a miniature palace, built upon our broken dreams.

We called our show "Nightmare Daydream."

I lie here, covered in dirt,

My relatives weren't even willing to splurge on a casket,

Not even a blanket to wrap me in.

But at least my friends put my hand into a fist,

Giving me a piece of our silk circus tent,

Embroidered with gems,

Patterned with colored stripes & false promises.

The piece of cloth,

Wrinkled & crinkled,

Stripped & ripped,

Torn & stained,

Just like me.