An Ode to My Corpse     Oh! Body of mine how well thou served, As prison to my soul, How well you drained me of my love And robbed me of my goal.   Oh! Cell of flesh and sun scorched skin, Denied you all my mind, I'd set my sights on simple pleasures And Yet; You led me blind.   Oh! Host of near a million worms, You pushed me to defeat, You thought you'd steal my love, my life But you died with me.....and are beat.   To hell my servant you shall fall, And with you burns your greed, My mind, my love; Of your flesh cell, Have surely no more need.   ¤Aü§Póꆙ¤ September 18, 1975   **Footnote:   Another poem inspired by     the Metaphysical poet    John Donne...hints of   'Death be not Proud'                 View My Guestbook Sign My Guestbook