Bermuda Triangle

To certain sad clowns,
The heavens are down and hell is up,
And to some they are sideways,
And still some say they are nowhere.
Angels swim, tunnel, take taxis,
Demons sleep in trees.
God would naturally be in the center
Of the earth, or in Cleveland
While the devil was in Chicago,
Or just an idea that never opened
Its bloody mouth in public.
That’s what’s said under the big top,
Where they’ve got a net
To stop their falling through the roof,
A ringmaster paid in meat,
And a lion at every door
With his paw in the baptismal font.