The Funeral Pyre
The Funeral Pyre by L. Golicz 9/20/08 How to die the man did cry, A willing way to make me sigh? Burning, falling, bleeding loud Or just jousting upon a cloud? Tinkering my mind, the lofty prancer, No not cancer, a bawdy answer, Emaciated and eaten to twigs of breath, Leaving nothing but ignoble... Sign in to see full entry.