Death comes with unsweetened life
from salted eyes of a catered demise
a smiling guise amidst flatlining lies
from a cheerful decline unto a lonely prize
of trapeze of pleased artists, smugly refined
and bouncing acrobats that climb heights that boggle the mind
as I stood amidst exploding mines that were never mine
but were laughingly assigned from the muted mimes
that belly hold a chuckle with finger pointing signs
to guide the wandering eyes to where the humours enticed
to where a smile died within a see through box, unable to hide
as they pull the rope where the other end was chokingly tied
around the jugular, of a life denied
a killer joke, is the ringmasters pride
as the acts take their bows to end the night
as the juggler swings in front an audience of desensitised sights.
Who could've guessed what smiles could hide.