Death's Jester

Saturday, January 1, 1994

the Clown lives for eternity;
at least until the end of man.
He watches the follies of life,
judging with an unlawful Hand.

His beconing is hard to stop,
all must come to His call.
Although the wheel may slow His voice,
nothing can stop its awful roll.

after the call what is there left
but an emptiness and a void?
is it really all that dark there,
a place that all should strive to avoid?

but under all the Clown's makeup,
could it be that there is some peace?

a place in which the soul of man
is saved from its unlawful hand.
should We decide when to enter
the clown's domain, or wait for HIS soft call.

(Forgotten Date)