COULROPHOBIA

You see the harmless and funny descendent

of Garibaldi,                    I see

the ghosts of Pagliacci, Pennywise

and John Wayne Gacy.                   Shambling

mockeries of men, white clay corpse faces

with crosses on their eyes,              noses

and lips red with Y. pestis and dried blood,

giggling uncontrollably at the futility

of existence.                                       No good

in it.