A drowned truck-driver was propped on the slab. Someone had stuck a lavender aster between his teeth. As I cut out the tongue and the palate, through the chest under the skin, with my long knife, I must have touched the flower, for it slid into the brain lying next. I packed it into the cavity of the chest among the excelsior as it was sewn up. Drink yourself full in your vase! Rest softly, little aster! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEONORA; A PANEGYRICAL POEM by JOHN DRYDEN TO ANTHEA [WHO MAY COMMAND HIM ANYTHING] by ROBERT HERRICK VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN RED IS FOR WINTER by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN CAUTION by FRANCES BROWN (20TH CENTURY) |