Are you the bull
following wild flaying
dancing in your short-sightedness,
unthinking of what crushes under
and what your horns could gore?
Are you the mad red patch
not in your control
shiny, new, and dangerous,
annoying a beast
while being controlled by another?
Are you the one decked-up,
the puppeteer pepped with applause,
teasing trouble, flinching invisible strings
at unimagined risk
for the safely distanced applauders?