Mourners, Onlookers, Gawkers
a poem by Maxine Kumin
Thomas Hardy was borne into the Poets’ Corner
at Westminster without his heart. Rumor
had it eaten by the surgeon’s cat
perched on the mortuary slab as it
awaited burial, and a pig’s substituted
to be interred in the old churchyard
as the great man had requested: At Stinsford
I shall sleep quite calmly, whatever happens. . . .
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