BY DR. AGONSON
They hanged a man the other day
and still I see his body sway—
how like a pendulum he goes,
here back and forth as the wind blows—
and twisting round, I see his face,
his teeth, all glimmering in place,
expose within their wicked grin
a nature that was born of sin.
He casts his shadow in the sun,
and it has touched near everyone.
I fear that none will cut him down,
that over this once peaceful town
his darkness evermore shall dwell
and over us his shadow swell.
I pray the hearse will not be long.
O gravediggers, come sing your song:
Digging deep into the earth,
there to give the bad man berth,
let us throw the dust aside,
that his dust may there abide.
Lay his shadow in the hole!
Cover up his wicked soul!
Open Earth and take him in.
Swallow up his fearful grin.
Tale Told 