~The Goose~
by Muriel Spark
Do you want to know why I am alive today?
I will tell you.
Early on, during the food-shortage,
Some of us were miraculously presented
Each with a goose that laid a golden egg.
My self, I killed the cackling thing and I ate it.
Alas, many and many of the other recipients
Died of gold-dust poisoning.
I read it from a book called " Good Poems for Hard Times",
and I couldn't get it, especially the last sentence.
Some one good at poems please help.
2007-05-19
18:06:49
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