Break

Without the threads of life, 
The clown puppet lay idling, unremote
And twisted without a goal to strive
For, the ending note
Was a peaceful one that gave rest to the jester. 
No more of the fool's folly, 
Or the embarrassment just to please the master. 
Bouncing dummies on a trolley—
The lifeless life was over
Like a trapped octopus in a fish net, 
Desperate to pull over a crab and hide undercover
But sand and dust were all it could get.

Dale Chou
1999-03-19