Albino Clowns

 Albino Clowns

Albino Clowns in purple, with dead eyes,

their bodies thin and wracked, and ill,

with wigs of wire and worms round rotten ears,

haunt the Old Carnival upon the hill.

They carry sparklers that never fizzle

held in white gloves of cloth which can't disguise,

through midnight torrent, or through twilight drizzle,

that their lean hands are now just bone and gristle.

Their shoes though are well made of massive size,

Black with their shiny polish, new as new hatched fears.

For it is said that Clowns can't lose their 'soles',

no matter how many fearful folk they kill

No matter, that their dead eyes are but holes,

The Funny Walking Dead, they stumble still,

Though all, the sticky floss of sickly fears.