A surrealist object

A surrealist object
Has to be responsible
For the unseen manipulation
In the atmosphere

They take a gun
And call it a bicycle handlebar
And they rain rose petals
Over marching armies

The ghost train in a fairground
Travels through several doorways
Until it reaches the one
That connects to the horror show

You see many mirrors and, in the mirrors,
Visions across time and record
Of slaughter and mayhem
And you hear the laughter

Of the one upon a black horse
In the ruins of the wilderness
Veiled under a coat of invisibly
A threat with a bicycle handlebar

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