The heartbeat does mock
when like a drum, it quakes
and echoes the eternal applause:
 
A foolish reminder of what
Devils become you
when you recover
from the constant
thump, thump,
breath after breath.
Yes, my cruel heart,
I will in death recover
you.

Only then will the bellowing, burst
of my laughter
become the only beat you
know

 
          bravo.