A poem written and published thirty years ago. Still fitting.
Quidnunc
No meat clings long to this cadaver.
The ribs are bare and lean.
The skull glistens, polished, white.
Sternum and scapula gleam.
Phalanges and metacarpus glow.
Linked vertebrae shine.
No meat, you see, rots here.
Gossip is the vulture
That picks all bones clean.
No meat clings long to this cadaver.
The ribs are bare and lean.
The skull glistens, polished, white.
Sternum and scapula gleam.
Phalanges and metacarpus glow.
Linked vertebrae shine.
No meat, you see, rots here.
Gossip is the vulture
That picks all bones clean.
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