When four years
old, I was struck dumb
by the neon and
tinsel fairway,
the hawker’s
gravel-throated crook
pulling people
into tents.
The curious were
swallowed by dirty canvas flaps
and, I thought,
the demonic fire eaters within.
The whirligigs
threw people to the moon.
Afterwards, they
stumbled two by two
from the red
rocket cars,
possessed, eyes
glazed,
howling with
lunatic laughter.
~William Hammett
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