Yawning shriveled parchment face with rotten eyes
Embalmed, leering, scaring away the nauseated flies
Disinterred and swinging on a rusting hook
Once the Pharaoh, now an anonymous crook
Your bombastic life filled with petty lies
Whip to the crack, flail to the slaves
Suffering under charlatan knaves
Knotted backs trembling, pocked with scars
Destinies written on the uncaring stars
Persecute the heathens from barbaric enclaves . . .
(The rest of this poem is HERE: http://elfwood.lysator.liu.se/libr/p/j/pjdoyle/death_poem.htm.html )
2007-08-15
14:35:17
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