Lines on a Skull Poem by Ravi Shankar
Lines on a Skull
(Haiku Erasure of Lord Byron's 'Lines Inscribed Upon a Cup Formed from a Skull')
Start spirit; behold
the skull. A living head loved
earth. My bones resign
the worm, lips to hold
sparkling grape's slimy circle,
shape of reptile's food.
Where wit shone of shine,
when our brains are substitute,
like me, with the dead,
life's little, our heads
sad. Redeemed and wasting clay
this chance. Be of use.
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