The Happy Corpse
In a rich land, fertile, replete with snails I'd like to dig myself a spacious pit Where I might spread at leisure myoid bones And sleep unnoticed, like a shark at sea. I hate both testaments and epitaphs; Sooner than beg remembrance from the world I would, alive, invite the hungry crows To bleed my tainted carcass inch by inch. O worms! dark playmates minus ear or eye, Prepare to meet a free and happy corpse; Droll philosophies, children of rottenness, Go then along my ruin guiltlessly, And say if any torture still exists For this old soulless corpse, dead with the dead!
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"In a rich land, fertile, replete with snails..."
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