The Head
I looked in the cupboard
And, Oh! It was bare.
No morsel nor crumb
Left for me to snare.
From home to market
Sped my thoughts thru the air.
Hunger upped and took
My empty body there.
Among heads of cabbages
Found I one with hair.
A severed head wearing
Death's icy stare.
Truly a gruesome sight to bear.
But the spectre can I not malign,
For, Lo, the head was mine.
© 1982
2007-06-08
05:39:11
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C Sunshine: it is an original that I wrote in 1982. The only place it was ever published was on a family web site.
Everyone: Thank You for your kind comments! Glad you enjoyed it.
2007-06-08
14:33:35 ·
update #1