The Life of Man Poem by Russell Edson

The Life of Man



For breakfast a man must break an egg. Then not all the king's horses and all the king's men can do very much about it.

Past perfect the broken egg no longer breaks, a dead man no longer dies...

And as he spills the broken egg into a frying pan he murmurs, Ah, well, too bad about Humpty Dumpty...

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Russell Edson

Russell Edson

Connecticut, United States
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