Dust
And this second hand setting
And these sad masks with
Grimaces, wannabe smiles
And these poor clowns
Trained to love each other


And the elephant on the scene,
the polka dotted ball
The sky seen through the hole in the tent
The wind wandering through our ankles

Smoke
Blue, burning piles of suicidal butterflies
The drunken trainer and the absinth bottle


A bitter smile and the last show
No applauses
No actors
No Us
Only an empty scene
And somewhere,
The feeling
That if everything is nothingness
Then, this deserted circus
Is the blind world
Saying
Good night