On Death
Vile split of self from same, Extinguishing of vital flame; Halfway there is merely maim. In factories and bathroom stalls, Farmer’s fields and city halls, This interloper all men calls.
Vile split of self from same, Extinguishing of vital flame; Halfway there is merely maim. In factories and bathroom stalls, Farmer’s fields and city halls, This interloper all men calls.