Did she mean to end
So many laughs
When she bit that tightrope
Clean, in-half,
And reached to hug forty-seven stories
Before she fully embraced Earth?
The woman,
This town starlet,
Had finally failed.
On the inverted flight
Into the traffic skyline
Sons seem pigeons.
The mayor's speech
Is a bald-eagle's squawk.
The city tenants point impolitely,
Not having time to think
Of their manners.
In the next two weeks,
Before the tightrope walker's name
Is banished to crisp and tan
On newspaper headlines
In the backs of closets,
Children asked their mothers
Why the woman fell.
Mothers asked each other
The same.
Fathers started drinking
As they maneuvered the fine strings
Holding their families together.
It seemed as if the town
Was makeshift bound
By the rope;
Pulling these skyscrapers together.
Now, the sky seems to be
Crashing downward.
On the trip down
She rips her leotard
Clean off.
It will later be sewn
By a mother
To remember her daughter's beauty
Now seamed.
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