This is a visual interpretation of my poem Seraphim.
Also viewable on Youtube:
The poem:
Seraphim
I’d like to see a leather-skinned carny
take a swig from their whiskey bottle,
undo the critical safety bolts,
put the thing into overdrive,
and step into the twirling monster
hurling them up into the air
over sawdust and lights
and old-fashioned wonders,
their broken body
for all the world to see
careening through metal,
dirt,
and bone,
a perfect death rattle
delivered to them by the machine
they’ve been shuffling screaming children through
for murderous years on the circuit
day after unmarked day,
now that’s
a real close to the wire circus act
not seen or heard of
before or since
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