He thinks of the dead. But they appear as dead -- beef-colored and torn. There is a great dull music in the ocean that lapses into seascape. The girl bends slowly from the waist. Then stoops. In high school Brutus died upon a rubber knife. Lift the smock. The sun light stripes her back. A @3fado@1 wails. In an alley in Cambridge. Beneath a party's noise. Bottle caps stuck to them. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO FUNERALS: 1. by LOUIS UNTERMEYER IVAN THE CZAR by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE HEART OF THE SOURDOUGH by ROBERT WILLIAM SERVICE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE PLACES: 2. FULL MOON (SANTA BARBARA) by SARA TEASDALE PROMETHEUS BOUND: THE OVERTHROW OF ZEUS by AESCHYLUS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 37. LOVE'S MY POLE-STAR by PHILIP AYRES |