Decommissioned

Like a carousel, the old man’s mind—
creaking,
rusted,
the gears only grind.

Like a Ferris wheel, the old man’s heart—
collapsed,
broken,
unable to start.

Like a mirror maze, the old man’s youth—
shattered,
dusty,
distorting the truth.

Like a circus tent, the old man’s tale—
hollow,
empty,
no tickets to sell.

Like a cheap freakshow, the old man’s words—
maddened,
grotesque,
biting heads off birds.

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