Fanning the flames with a feather. He leapt from the the 10 o’clock train
To oblivion. Maimed, but the ceiling was falling, the siren was calling.
He threw off his chains and he joined The Infinity Waltz.
Gallantly screaming we fashioned a cross with the legs of a leper who
Cried in his cot. And the ringmaster wrestled the Lamb singing sweetly
«The Lord is my shepherd: he died on the spot. Madonna was waving, she cut
Herself shaving; we fell on our knees as she led The Infinity Waltz.
Soldiers of fortune were torturing slaves, tipping corpses in graves —
Slipping mandrax and hairspray to godfearing matrons who wept into aprons
And gaped as the ghosts fled to join The Infinity Waltz.
