THE CARNIVAL RIGGER
He's an ace with a hatchet and a maul.
He erects the steel cage in twenty-minutes flat,
and I bet it's safe. That cigarette's been dangling
like that from his lips the whole time; one or another
of them anyway. If there was a chain, he'd smoke it.
You don't see that much these days; neither the
Alabama plates on all those jagged vans and cars.
They sleep in tents on the ground, right there. or
they sleep outside in the backs of the pick-ups.
Jansen-Overby Carnival Rides. That's
what it says on the sides. I'd love to
know more, like what they eat
and who provides.
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