rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief.
at the insistence of the impresario
he must occupy the seat of honour
and so is seated with due ceremony
ostentatiously the music begins
a vast brass wind that skirls about the tent
and how the townsfolk stare
read his face for clues
raise palms to cover mouths
speculate on his pedigree
throughout the unfolding entertainment
should his gaze stray from the ring
he sees one or more sets of eyes taking him in
after nuanced farewells
he is the first to leave
martial music highlights his exit
the night is starred, hot, still
his white suit crumpled hours before
past midnight he walks the empty streets
bells muffled by the darkness
call out each passing hourWhat has changed since the last post?
Well the spacing is different. Actually it makes it easier to read. I think I must have forgotten one of my rules: always read the poem aloud, as it will sound different to when you read it in your head.
It has a better title, more imaginative and more in keeping with the poem.
Titles are, for me, the most difficult part of writing. A good title makes and a bad title breaks your poem. Sadly I have no tips.