Beneath The Face Of A Clown - Poem by Orlando Belo
My mother’s uncle was a circus clown,
forever tripping up and falling down.
A circus performer through and through
who would try anything they asked him to.
With a tiny umbrella attached to his hat,
and a blonde haired wig under that.
A huge red nose that he honked so loud,
always brought a smile from the crowd.
Apart from that, he never made a sound,
but the humour button he always found.
He made the most timid of children smile,
by sharing his talent for just a little while.
But beneath the face of this funny clown,
was a man who’s heart had broken down.
A tragic event struck the funny man’s life,
whilst performing an act with a throwing knife.
A hooded assistant attached to a turning wheel,
shouted “Okay” for the release of the knife of steel.
A gasping audience watched as it cut through the air.
Seconds later they witnessed the death of her.
A lapse of concentration, a hesitant troubled mind,
an unfortunate twist of fate that was so unkind.
It was then he discovered that his throwing knife,
had killed the last minute replacement, his newly wed wife.
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