The Three Bears

by Anna Ruiz

the three bears are having a séance today
they have returned to their cages,
circus maximus
pink tutus and lime green party hats
cards are shuffled
the hangman’s upped the ante, smoked out
run-out and gutted-out
fizzed-out,
chained, severed foot
one-legged running
around round down
down
australia ripens dust
deadly serpents
pack guns
whoa baby!
it’s just a bad dream
there are no cages.