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 thе canvas slum come
Bunches of taut nervеs, 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