The fair #haiku

The fair 
was in the making
With tents, wares and banners
Filling the bland venue

Attractive goods
Arrived in truckloads 
Glittering and mouth watering 
Shining and new

Each priced
Beyond their value
Seeking 
Beyond what’s due

Then arrived the people
In swarms like bees
Seeking the wants
Much beyond their needs

In their convergence
Lay the war of needs
every transaction fought
with the deadly arsenal of greed

In the end 
The time was up
There were some goods unsold
And some wants unfulfilled 

The fair was over
Each one left
Loading the unsold or sold
Filling the trucks once again till the very brim

What remained 
Was the empty bland venue
Silent witness of the spectacle 
Oft repeated in its bosom 

For the trucks will once again arrive
With the unsold and unfulfilled 
Creating the wants and greed
Where there was none

Fair is in making
once again at the same venue
which remained always
bland and new

You live only in memories

As the wheels move
Into the inferno
Hungry flames leap
ever ready to devour 

The flesh burns
And the ashes remain
Putrid smell narrating 
the gruesome galore

There breaks
The unseen mortal thread
Nothing to carry, 
No singing of a lore

Yet it tugs 
On the heavy hearts
That still beat
Despite not existing anymore 

For only there
and nowhere else
It’s existence remains
Where it lives for evermore