[BNP/E3, 79¹ – 15]

4-7-08

Epitaphs.

A.S. (Alex Search)

Here lies a poet who was mad and young

The two things may go together

As to the songs he sang

They were fool in winter weather.

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Epitaph for the Future

Religion (Thesis)

Here lies a part of hell that on hearth was

(It took it too long to pass,

Riddled by way of Justices’ dart)

Republic (?) Antithesis

Here lies the other part.

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Religion

Here lies the beautiful assassin cold

Who smiled upon his victim and did ging

Wondering sweet songs to his imagining

Till by his cast and {…} he rolled

     It died because it was old.