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.



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