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.
Reloading their gun's....

With that atrocious and bloody guffaw---
rattle the guns and bells,
convulsing.
Jump, puppet;
jump, clowns of...
pierced
by the stertor of this slow agony-

You're asked for an encore,
and that's not to be sneered at.
Come on !
Cowards, reload your gun's
and try to hit innocent people's.
Come on !
Tighten the muscles up,
Tighten up in these macabre
cowardly fight you do.

And though you fall on the ground,
quivering,
drowned in your hot and seething blood.
laugh !
Heart,
saddest of clowns...