Research: Death in Nancy cunards Poem

“ Moved by the cunning of a thousand clowns
Dressed paper-wise, with blatant rounded masks,
That take their multi-coloured caravans
From place to place, and act and leap and sing,
Catching the spinning hoops when cymbals clash.
And one is dressed as Fate, and one as Death”

So here Death is Part of a circus troupe, a clown dressed paper wise.

(The poem is public domain)