Nov 12, 2006 19:42
A Dead Statesman
I could not dig; I dared not rob;
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young.
Unknown Female Corpse
Headless, lacking foot and hand,
Horrible I come to land.
I beseech all women's sons
Know I was a mother once.