CIRCUS by Sarah Spring

Roll up, roll up, I am the ringmaster.
Marvel at my commands and ready wit,
Beast and man dumb before me, lapping my pronouncements
like poisoned condensed milk.
No question who is in charge.
I am taller than the tent pole,
Wider than the tent.
Roll up, roll up, and see the shocking show.

Roll up, roll up, I am the strongman,
Wondrous strength, both arms raised with bagfuls of books.
Tearing and ripping furnishings,
Withstanding the brute force of 40-plus stone of sinew bonehouse.
Barracading myself from the enemy,
I am invincible.
Roll up, roll up, and see the shocking show.

Roll up, roll up, I am the caged oddity, Psychic savant,
possessing the meaning of life.
Soul soars, while body stoops and mouth dribbles.
Eyes stare with defiance and burn with knowledge beyond vision.
Who dares challenge the seer?
Watch me hug to death the pulse from my secret.
Roll up, roll up, and see the shocking show.