"The sight of a feather in a peacock's tail, whenever I gaze at it, makes me sick."
Charles Darwin
Crowds are our clay.
We mold minds and souls.
We manifest
the crowd's dreams,
and make them real.
In that same Way
Crowds shape Showmen;
Material, rides and skills.
The Carnival itself
is the sum
of human desires.
The way the peahen shaped
the peacocks tail
crowds shaped the carnival.
Some
desire the future known.
Some seek speed and thrills.
Some seduction
Others sex
Some want terrors and horror
but still stay safe
Some want to fight
Others to watch.
Some want delicious fat fried food,
sugary drinks and doughnuts.
All want crowds of people
on grounds where different rules apply
where the playing fields are leveled.
Where anything and anyone is fair game
A fair-ground.
It is flesh, it is blood, it is piss and cum.
It's circular.
It's circus.
We want the new,
the strange,
the exotic and extraordinary -
but we want it behind strong perimeter fences
and gone tomorrow -
taking the escapades and transgressions of the night
away with it.
Leaving nothing behind but
dead grass
trampled popcorn
and memories
fading like the carnival posters.
