He said the grizzly sat eating the sheep and when the bullet struck tore the sheep in two, fell over backward dead. With her mouth warm or cold she remains a welcome mat, a hole shot through it many years ago in Ohio. Hump. Hemp treaded. Is there an acre left to be allotted to each man & beast so they might regard each other on hands and knees behind fences? The sun straight above was white and aluminum and the trout on the river bottom watched his feet slip clumsily on the rocks. I want an obscene epitaph, one that will disgust the Memorial Day crowds so that they'll indignantly topple my gravestone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VERSES WRITTEN IN AN ALCOVE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD STANZAS SELECTED FROM THE PAINS OR MEMORY; A FRAGMENT by BERNARD BARTON THE MAIN DRAG by BERTON BRALEY MISCONCEPTIONS by ROBERT BROWNING TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 2. AMONG THE FERNS by EDWARD CARPENTER A NIGHT ON THE MOUNTAIN by CH'ANG CHIEN |