More wine, red wine
and roses thrown near soiled feet
Pleasures, please, configure yourselves
To entertain; to distract
Provide a veil from this
insane carousel of pitiable nonsense
the interminable passing of days
Each minute detail horrifying and
blindingly nostalgic
Forgive the priestly man his collar
The loose woman her undergarment
Suffer the children their ignorance
so that one day we may join them
so that all the books will be unwritten
so that time itself will unwind
so that we may remember what it is
to forget the structures that have made us
feel superiority and levity toward the lower class
We'll have loaves for the tumbling juggler
Tins of stale fruit for the mirage, as
the ringleader's flesh is torn from his breast
And the crowd applauds his adage
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