'We're ready mum'
The chorus cries...

'We're ready mum!'
The chorus cries...

The circus rolls into town
And the crowd fills the big top...

how could they have known
that this family meal would...

The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...

.
Blowing...

Fire licked and raged through
the house burning what it could...

like a fighter jet
view of the desert lagoon...

as the body count
careered out of control those...

Carried upon a breeze
her soft voice came to me...

We
Always hurt...

writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...