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Too Short and Very Sweet
 

 

 

 

Corpse

On the table lay the corpse
It's soul now long gone.
It’s flesh cut from bone
Placed on board like a stone.
Yellow fat,
Brown liver,
And green bile
all give color.
To a life now still,
Skin white in its pallor.
Speak to me, you now still.
Tell me of life’s successes.
Or, tell me quite humbly
of your great excesses.
How’d you die?
By sword,
by rifle,
or by knife?
Was the culprit a friend,
a foe or mad wife?
Speak to me from your silence;
Tell me of your bad deeds.
I need to know
of your wicked
claims to your needs.

March 25, 2006

 


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