Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, DANSE MACABRE, by HUGH WESTERN


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DANSE MACABRE, by                    
First Line: Here is a morsel, my masters, a tit-bit
Last Line: And looking at me?
Subject(s): Dancing & Dancers; Evil


Here is a morsel, my masters, a tit-bit,
The corse of a crown from a high gallows hung!
The worms have his lips, but a wind in the gibbet
Has found him a tongue,

To whisper and whimper in maudlin palaver
Of hand he has held, or of head, or of breast,
Or whatever the soul of that swinging cadaver
Remembers as best.

He dangles and dances like any old stocking
Strung out on the line of a wash day to dry,
But his eyes, which are not, from their sockets are mocking
The world passing by.

He reminds you of some one? Ah, that is past chaffing;
The broth of a jest, though it's peppered too free
To tickle my palate. Nay; why are you laughing --
And looking at me?





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