...I am no good, nor, I have to allow,
Are many others so much better at it
That I might learn to be good from them.
And besides it’s too late now for the blind
Clown to take up the scholar’s hornbook
As he pedals off the unobserved cliff.
“I’ve worn the dress in this role long enough,”
Says the speech balloon that suspends him,
“To know how to catch the wind in it
And on this billowing chute to float me down
Gently to touch the fathomless drink
Upon which the dying sun breathes its meanings,
Shadows born yesterday to die tomorrow –- ”
The ice shelf collapsed, the dust cloud swiftly coming.
Barnum & Bailey circus poster: chromolithograph by Strobridge Litho Co., Cincinnati & New York, 1900
"Tastes funny...":cartoon of dead clown in the desert: Gaspirtz, 2008