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THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: It was the morn
Last Line: In a parlor of day.
Subject(s): Corpses; Embalming; Cadavers


It was the morn
And palms were waved
And the brass was played
Then the coroner came
In his limpid shoes.

The palms were played
For the beau of illusions.
The termagent fans
Of his orange days
Fell, famous and flat,
And folded him round,

Folded and fell
And the brass grew cold
And the coroner's hand
Dismissed the band.

It was the coroner
Poured this elixir
Into the ground,
And a shabby man,
An eye too sleek,
And a biscuit cheek.

And the coroner bent
Over the palms.
The elysium lay
In a parlor of day.





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