Clowny

Clowns maurading in the streets

blood dripping

gore hanging

from blades gripped in fists.

Screams

whistles

cat calls

so rude

how they communicate.

A language

unlike any known to mankind

spoken by a select few

while the rest of the population

stares on in horror

fear

disgust.

Tis like a circus

watching caged freaks

only these are sordid clowns

in backrooms

under tables

making deals that cannot be undone.

Decision making

done by dancing clowns

no knowledge required

only the certainty

the presumption

the duress

that all bow down to the higher power

for Clowny knows best.

Sept. 21/18

Photo by Tom Roberts on Unsplash