The Carousel

This is what we have
               and we don’t have time
                          to stand here
          hoping the thing

will stop itself
               or shift into reverse.
                          It’s jammed in gear
          and that’s that.

And look at it—
               the paint’s cracked,
                          there’s a horse with no reins, 
          bulbs busted,

the platform is warped,
               and damn it, damn it all.
                          But the organ doesn’t skip,
          the bearings are greased—

Jesus, woman,
               jump on the thing!
                          It plays and it works.
          It's the best there is.

And in case you haven’t noticed,
               it’s all there is:
                          the rest of the carnival
          packed up and left.