The pall bearers bore him
In wood inlaid with linen
His nose looking at the sky
In nostrils sniff of cotton wool
He was a giant astride the wolrd
Or a dwarf like a dot upon the earth
He was a rich man or poor man
Like a mouse of the church of old
He was sane or he was mad
With honour at last he laid
In utter abandonment to the earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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