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the thunder machine is out of order

the sign simply said
though no one was sorry, either
I returned to my seat at the carnival arcade
huge blue lines of energy were escaping from the sun
they were darkening Russia

but still no one cared

Teuelo turned the jukebox on
I watched while him and Carinae danced a slow waltz
beneath the rotting canvas shade
as we gathered for the end

one and two and three and four
and spin and dip...
a crow alighted on a faded carousel horse
so he could watch the dancing

we'll sit and watch the daylight fade
behind the falling curtain
the strife is at an end, my dear
now that the thunder machine is broken