Acrobat of Pain... Chortle, laugh, in a laughter of storm like a clown who, lanky and nervous, laughs, in an absurd laughter, inflated with violent irony and pain.

With that atrocious and bloody guffaw---
rattle the jester's bells, convulsing.
Jump, puppet; jump, clown, pierced
by the storer of this slow agony---

You're asked for an encore,
and that's not to be sneered at.
Come on !
Tighten the muscles up,
tighten up in these macabre steel
pirouettes...
And though you fall on the ground,
quivering,
drowned in your hot and seething blood,
laugh !
Heart, saddest of clowns.