Brendan Fardy
The carnival is near, it’s proximal and imminent
This time last year, it was two weeks away
And again this year, a future fortnight removed
Annually, this festival, it rolls into town
It burns hot and fierce, then burns out and cools
But the flame, while it lasts, is the light of the year
By the end it dims out, and is nearly forgotten
But each year new memories are rekindled and ignited
The carnival remembers them and refuels their glory
A cyclical nature, is revealed by the tale
Years always go by, but the legend fails to fade
The myth, it continues, from previous ashes
A little stoking is all, that may be required
And again the carnival, combusts with great heat
Then leaves for fifty weeks before yet another triumphant return