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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The Crown, the Plate and the Bowl

Skipwith Cannéll

From “Songs of Hunger”

YOU’LL crown my head with a silver crown

You’ll bring me food on a golden plate,

You’ll offer me drink from a carven cup—

If only I bow me down.

But the crown was wrought by a wanton trull,

The gold was wrung from an harlot’s hire,

The wine is blood, and the bowl you bring

Was carved from an human skull.