| Carl Sandburg (18781967). Chicago Poems. 1916. |
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| 111. Bones |
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| SLING me under the sea. | |
| Pack me down in the salt and wet. | |
| No farmers plow shall touch my bones. | |
| No Hamlet hold my jaws and speak | |
| How jokes are gone and empty is my mouth. | 5 |
| Long, green-eyed scavengers shall pick my eyes, | |
| Purple fish play hide-and-seek, | |
| And I shall be song of thunder, crash of sea, | |
| Down on the floors of salt and wet. | |
| Sling me
under the sea. | 10 |
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