"Pantoum Pantomime"
You are my petite papaverine
A dancing angel spire
My black dramatic queen
My motley spinning spider
A dancing angel spire
Like an erotic harlequin
My motely spinning spider
Gesticulating sin
Like an erotic harlequin
Put forth on promenade
Gesticulating sin
Who sweeps the rest away
Put forth on promenade
Like the fruit of Belladonna
Who sweeps the rest away
With her sweet and deadly flora
Like the fruit of Belladonna
You kill without a sound
With her sweet and deadly flora
You bear me to the ground
You kill without a sound
On a stage with painted faces
You bear me to the ground
With leather and with