THREE EPITAPHS
1.
My name is Ebenezer Brown.
I carted all the trash of town
For sixty years. On the last day
I trust my Lord will cart me away.
2.
I married in my youth a wife.
She was my own, my very first.
She gave the best years of her life.
I hope nobody gets the worst.
3.
Here lies New Critic who would fox us
With his poetic paradoxes.
Though he lies here rigid and quiet,
If
he could speak he would deny it.
THREE WOMEN
1. Bride
Bride loved old words, and found her pleasure marred
On the first night, her expectations jarred,
And thirty inches short of being a yard.
2. Career
Career was feminine, resourceful, clever.
You'd never guess to see her she felt ever
By a male world oppressed. How much they weigh!
Even her hand disturbed her as she lay.
