The Book of Repulsive Women/Suicide

by Djuna Barnes

Corpse A

They brought her in, a shattered small
Cocoon,
With a little brusèd body like
A startled moon;
And all the subtle symphonies of her
A twilight rune.

Corpse B

They gave her hurried shoves this way
And that.
Her body shock-abbreviated
As a city cat.
She lay out listlessly like some small mug
Of beer gone flat.