The clown was chucking
buckets of fake water:
chip shop chip-sized confetti
made of cheap tin foil.
The front row gasped
loud enough for a boy
at the back of the circus
tent to start sweating.
It didn’t matter what
the usher or his mother
said, the water was
razor blades and he
needed to tell someone
what he saw.

© Carl Burkitt 2023