Curse God and Die
"Curse God and die,"she keened
rocking on her knees,
head bent down
she could not look him in the face.
"Curse God and die," she said
her heart puckered like a prune
barely beating
from the pain, barely beating.
"Curse God and die," she mumbled
eyes blurred and stinging
throat too dry
she could not face his God.
Foolish woman that she was
she would not see the good
soul too weary
so he did what she could not.
"Youth Mourning" (1916) by Sir George Clausen (1852-1944) |
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