The Fair

The glittering motion of the
summer fair with rides and
children and bees trying to
drink from their cups.

He was a thundering shadow
on the literal day.
The animals gathered around
him to listen to him preach,

the screeching doe eyed animals
with ears sloped back
with humped backs
like no animal ever had.

Those tourists,
those mutilators,
those buzzing flies,
he swiped a them

on a billowing day,
a sun freckled day,
only marred by the
odd stinking bum.