<h3><SPAN name="The_Joyous_Defunct" id="The_Joyous_Defunct"></SPAN>The Joyous Defunct</h3>
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Where snails abound—in a juicy soil,<br/>
I will dig for myself a fathomless grave,<br/>
Where at leisure mine ancient bones I can coil,<br/>
And sleep—quite forgotten—like a shark 'neath the wave.<br/>
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I hate every tomb—I abominate wills,<br/>
And rather than tears from the world to implore,<br/>
I would ask of the crows with their vampire bills<br/>
To devour every bit of my carcass impure.<br/>
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Oh worms, without eyes, without ears, black friends!<br/>
To you a defunct-one, rejoicing, descends,<br/>
Enlivened Philosophers—offspring of Dung!<br/>
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Without any qualms, o'er my wreckage spread,<br/>
And tell if some torment there still can be wrung<br/>
For this soul-less old frame that is dead 'midst the dead!<br/></p>
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