Ixion

Turning and returning

The wheel returns once more,

Once more the circus master

Beckons through the door.

Will nothing stop the shadows’

Convulsions on the floor?

Will nothing stop the shadows

Must I once again perform

the usual limited number

of variations from the norm?

Though the sky seems set for thunder

There’s never any storm.

Though the sky seems set for thunder

Rest assured it will not rain;

At least til the appropriate season

Has everything in train.

There’s never any reversal

For the slayer and the slain.

There is never any reversal,

The axe achieves the block

Denyal produces only

The crowing of the cock

Turning and returning,

No-one stops the clock.

By Lex Banning

note: I transcribed this from the radio, so the layout of the poem may be different from this.