She Who Sits At The Parade

She who sits at the parade

Surrounded by those who stand tall

The immovable masses that block out the light

That make her shrink

The barriers, the barricades

The ones who stand tall

What do they see on the horizon?

The performers typing on a page, left to right

She can vaguely hear the beastly drums roaring

The walls that surround her do not fall

She still tries to push through, brick by brick

Their feet are planted firmly on the ground

While her wheels edge along the curb, the cliff

A gap between shoulders and suddenly

The rainbow

Until it is just as quickly concealed away

Only seen by those who stand tall

Confetti soars over horizon lines and hairlines

From another world beyond

The world that cannot be seen by

She who sits at the parade

After

They part like the choppy waters

Exhaustion invites itself in

She can see it, she knows it

Marionette strings are chopped

Those who stand tall sink, shrink

The hint of a chuckle, weary eyes wander

It’s over and

After

There’s the road, an abandoned country

Remnants of a civilization left behind

Tattered flags in the gutters

They have floated on

But there’s still much to see

After

She who sits at the parade

She who sits can see

She who sits sits tall.