UnPoetia:An Unhappy Body
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An Unhappy Body
By
Edwin Arlington Robinson
When these gravel lanes you see,
Family, I hate thee;
Though I be among the dead,
Let my cursing of life be said.
Raped that I leave in mind,
And their children, all up the behind;
Queer to them and to my wife,
I fucked them all in my life.
My three sons I married right,
And their sons I rocked in the sheets at night;
Bloody awful was my life
Hideous poxed scarred my wife.
Now, and with no need of those coffins with a bell,
Here they leave me, for me to rot in Hell,--
Leave me to my fitful rest
Where I will suck Satan's breast.