the wise ones say life
is a series of moments
a cycle of interconnected events
beyond our understanding

i accept this
but can’t shake the image of a merry-go-round

it’s gaudy colors
horrid music
the too slow child
impaled by a unicorn

i spur my mount to no avail
never closing on the tragedy before my eyes
never gaining on the ignorance that stalks

and no one
can make it stop