Another Story

Another Story

During the last Frontier Days celebrated
in Mayfield, Anywhere, beyond the pulse
of carnival music, past the merry go round's
merry go round, past the tilt a whirl's tilt and whirl,
their each spin, precise to the mathematical
measurements determined long ago by a pool
of studious types, none who were there that day,
a rhubarb of sorts broke out near the cotton candy
stand that is talked about to this day. Benny was found
lying in a pool of his own blood. Janie and the carnival
worker were never seen again. It has been rumored
they were involved in some kind of messy business
down in Albuquerque. But that is another story.