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Thursday, August 16, 2012

The Sweet Remorse of Pity


The herald of the dying crow
Announces all deserving woe
But long, long afterward the crowd remains
To hear the herald speak the woes again.

Until at last the glutted crowd
Complains the dirge too sad and loud.
They dig the wretched remnants from the ground
And set their frame on strings to dance around.

The crowd thinks nothing of the show
But cries the louder should it go.
They place the fetid thing in sheltered frame
And proudly pass to marvel whence it came.

They hide their conscious shame of grief
In epitaphs on gilded leaf.
Their empathies all twitch in final bow,
The last effect to crease a wrinkled brow.

1 comment:

chanel said...

Hi, um, two weeks ago, Martin and I went to Cedar City for a writing center conference, and we walked right past the former Her Majesty's Secret Shop and thought of the pub beneath. It was cool.