With Cholera Morbus Poem by John Bannister Tabb

With Cholera Morbus



I am so sick I'd like to be
A clock, to have them open me
And regulate the jerks,
When on the pendulum a Pain
Is riding forth and back again,
And pulling at my works.

Thursday, September 2, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: sick
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