This is what life is really like. This is what life is really like. This is what life is really like every day. —Gray Parrot, Vienna, 1943. In the circus animals' diary: "And all this was destroyed in ninety minutes." Makeshift forests flaming to high heavens, metal bent bars. Siberian tigers, black panthers, jaguars, pumas, bears, hyenas and wolves, and all the lion pit saved from burning by the keepers' own hands. By bullets. Only so much can be said. Herbage will be scarce. Nature will gather like sleeping poppies over the craters and lost species. The African wart-hog will be cooked over an open fire in the garden. One thinks of one's restlessness, Faustian— in the minutes-before-dawn dark with the devil cry of black crows, the miry skull of the half-eaten rabbit, then gold grimy hills and light-making jewels and hand mirrors among the trees. Why are you here? It dawns. All this will never be again. The circus can't be locked. Copyright © 2017 Carol Frost. Used with permission of the author. |
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