Lines on a Skull
by Ravi Shankar
Read by Emma Rye
Start spirit; behold
the skull. A living head loved
earth. My bones resign
the worm, lips to hold
sparkling grape’s slimy circle,
shape of reptile’s food.
Where wit shone of shine,
when our brains are substitute,
like me, with the dead,
life’s little, our heads
sad. Redeemed and wasting clay
this chance. Be of use.
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