Carousel
They found him on the carousel
Twisting gently in the breeze
A fairground attraction for children
A horror painting daubed over
Sparkling horses
Crimson manes still dripping.
He had a smile on his face,
At least – his lips framed his teeth
And his eyes watched eternally
As the police set tents beside tents
And took photographs,
Selfies for their friends
And finally went away, leaving him
To stay.