This is the granite me: These stript bones, These polished struts and knobs, The wrist and knees' precise articulation, The skull's cool edifice -- These, the outlasting me; While the swift nerves, Bearers of rapture, of electric pain, Tuned to a thousand subtleties, These and the procreant brain Share the mortality of froth on waves. Therefore, persistent skeleton, Impervious and changeless, I, integral, unique and perishable, Do hereby abdicate, bequeath to you What is already yours; your sovereign prize Your unencumbered anonymity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER ON A CURATE'S COMPLAINT OF HARD DUTY by JONATHAN SWIFT PLUTARCH by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS A NEW BIRTH by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG THE MESSIAH by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD THE SPINNER by CLARA DOTY BATES |