Three Ring Madness

He says we shouldn't
But many do
Countless watch with glee
Some wrinkle their brow
Hordes clap their hands
A few might cover their eyes
Ears
Conscience

How sufferable must it be
This barrenness of elephant chi  
Void of compassion's moisture
Their heart's need imprisoned

Time's cultivation
Rendering Soul's irrigation so natural
At times
Appears so empty of tears

We peer down from seats on high
Cheering three rings of crippled principle
Compliant heads
Languid eyes of heritage lost
Intelligence quashed
Spirits broken
Left with but
Swaying heads and trunks
Like a metronome winding down
Slowly reminding all
Time eventually stops
Hearts refuse to pump
Tears are rendered dry
Before they reach sad eyes

When bull hooks no longer matter
When their iron talons
Become the only feeling
Creatures know
understand
and habitualize
Will ticket holders still hail Caesar
Profits continue vacuous
Complicit numbness prevail

Will we all eventually enjoin
Today's circus madness
Tomorrow's global metaphor