Istanbul + Skulls

They keep finding skeletons under Istanbul.
A full circus, bears, elephants, monkies.
The graveyard of delight unanswering.
Tent fabric fraying, sliced through by shovels.
Fragments of a shattered juggling pin.
Somehow cotton candy comes through the mud.
Pink fluff chunks compacted around the rocks.
The smell of a fryer in each shovel of dirt.
Feet gather around the pit to see the first skull.
Dusted with the care of a makeup brush.
Powder floating in the spotlights.
Entirely intact, gently the crowd applauds.