Horrible Death

X. I Died For Beauty, But Was Scarce

X.

I died for beauty, but was scarce
Adjusted in the tomb,
When one who died for truth was lain
In an adjoining room.

He questioned softly why I died?
“Darning needle,” I replied.
“And I a hansom cab,—the  two are one;
We brethren are,” he said.

And so, as kinsmen met at night,
I bickered with his lie
That getting stabbed and run over
Are similar ways to die.

 

A popular one. Lots of notes and interpretation available.

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