Blasphemy and the Funambulist

Blasphemy, Lord of Apathy
turned away from me
inside of the circus tent
Calls the lions now
they gather around
and says to them all,
"Behold the cursed who shall fall"
Like I am unable to understand the words
Like I am simple and dazed and cursed
Oh, Lord of Apathy you don't know me
high above I walk along the smallest space
teetering and so high up I cannot see a face
Inside the circus tent
the lions roam about
they gather around
and told to them all
"Behold the cursed who shall fall"
I am the hapless funambulist high above
see me walk alone treading careful in love
but the Lord of Apathy does not know me
turns away from me now
and takes a bow
like he knows I will fall soon......
I am the funambulist walking the narrow way
looking not below but here I shall stay
careful, careful, careful in love teetering high above
Blasphemy, Lord of Apathy
turned away from me
inside of the circus tent
Calls the lions now
they gather around
and says to them all,
"Behold the cursed who shall fall"
Like I am unable to understand the words
Like I am simple and dazed and cursed
and then, one, two, three, four
they wait below on the floor
one, two, three and they see
I do not fall, blasphemy
I do not fall, blasphemy
How? they ask in their utter certainty
Proclaimed! they said the curse was proclaimed upon me
Lord of Apathy looks up at me now
with all the lions gathered around
in disbelief and calling out the worst
for knowing now that no, I'm not cursed
I was the hapless funambulist on my own each day
no longer unlucky I follow the narrow way
high above I walk a tiny space for love
and never do I fall
no, I do not fall
Blasphemy, Lord of Apathy
turned away from me
inside of the circus tent
and the lions now
still gathered around
turn upon each other in their angered state
knowing now a fall was not my fate

By Elizabeth Azpurua