The 'Bloody' Fringe

The ‘Bloody’ Fringe

Pushed to one side,

We see the city

Slide from out our hands,

In annual separation;

The wandering audience

On their migration,

Like Serengeti wildebeest,

Driven on by instinct,

Following, following,

The stars, while

The big cats lie,

Waiting idly under trees,

Before picking off the weak;

Overhead the vultures glide,

Lifting on the August air

Until they dive

To pick on the dried bones

Of anxious comedians;

“Who are you for?”

The hyena asks,

But still they come

The acrobats and clowns

The students and the brave,

Throwing themselves

Against the wall of hope;

“Leave us be”, we cry,

And all too soon it does,

Departing suddenly,

With an embrace,

A fleeing lover’s farewell;

A Kiss - adieu;

Until next year.