Unscrupulous Gods

Perhaps the circus is in town.
Perhaps a winter storm made it late
And the posters were taken down,
But they decide to set up anyway.
And perhaps it’s only attended by

People who usually frequent churches,
And the snow traps everyone in the sideshow
Tent with Scorpion Boy, jars of pickled punks,
Medusa Girl, and Zeus the half man.
Perhaps, even, when the sky clears

And the town gets around to digging
Them out, someone says that the drift
Looks a little like the Pantheon
And the mess of freaks inside, perhaps,
With scared eyes, like lost gods.