The last gallop

Gone the saturnalia sighing, dying,

Shone the leaves' regalia, maddened

with the flying

Hooves, the glittering leaves seem

Faces in a dim dream,

Satyrine the leaves gleam

At the dreams of dying.

Pierrot's mask is whitened,

Long-nosed frightened;

Rags tragi-comical,

Flags plano-conical,

Tags histrionical,

All histrionical,

Form acronomical

Falls - lies sprawling.

Cannibal, the sun, blared down

upon the shrunken

Heads, the drums of skin, the sin -

The dead men drunken,

Through the canvas slum come

Bunches of taut nerves, dance,

Caper through the slum, prance

Like paper blowing.

Lying in the deep mud under

tumbrils rolling,

The dead men drunken, tossed and

lost, and sprawling

The trumpets calling

From Hell's pits falling

The crowd seas tumble

And Death's drums rumble.

White as a winding sheet,

Masks blowing down the street:

Moscow, Paris London, Vienna-

all are undone.

The drums of death are mumbling,

rumbling, and tumbling,

Mumbling, rumbling, and tumbling,

The world's floors are quaking,

crumbling and breaking.