Max Jacob, born Quimper 1876, died at Drancy 1944. Poet, artist, human being.
For every act of crossing
There is a price -
From an obol to human sacrifice.
Simplicity or artifice:
Portrayed by harlequins,
Betrayed by holding on.
Paying what was owed,
Measured by a gold star,
In swoops from perch to perch
Uncertain hands grasping for the cold bar.
Above a dance of prayer
Performed by peasants
Along blurred lines.
To miss the net and fall like that,
Max Jacob, acrobat.
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