The carousel sighed
 Gears rotated in turn, screaming like hawks
 Stretching out from the giant center poll, like a ribcage, the sweeps turned
 The galloping cranks, which rose and fell,
 Pulled brass rods, 
 That impaled the colorful animals, rising and falling in perfect rhythm, 
 Like a youthful heart beat
 Rotating the old wobbling platform,
 Where pairs of horses, pigs, dogs, and even sea monsters jumped and pranced,
 In their tireless, obedient circle,
 Endlessly,
 They don’t blink, they don’t smi...
   
    
    
    
        Published on January 02, 2017 20:53