Thread the nerves through the right holes, Get out of my bones, you wormy souls. Shut up my stomach, the ribs are full: Muscles be steady and ready to pull. Heart and artery merrily shake And eyelid go up, for we're ready to wake.— His eye must be brighter—one more rub! And pull up the nostrils! his nose was snub. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE SITTING by CECIL DAY LEWIS STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN THEY HAVEN'T HEARD THE WEST IS OVER by JAMES GALVIN THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER |