Clay men dance outside my wall I fear the muse they bring In my bed I lay unsteady bones I clasp my ears in case my brain Should leak upon the floor Fast I curse the rythmic clay to stone Dreamt a scowling Jack of Hearts The collapsed eyes deceive My wake shall give a path of city light I wander on the eve of death Into the street I stumble My eyes are squinting in the sunny bright Across the way I see the door The darkness of my sleep From where the horrid clay men promenade And in it smiles a laughing Jack His crooked sneer pretends Invites me to the earthly bed I've made