Poem of the day

Hic Jacet
by William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)

The coroner’s merry little children
         Have such twinkling brown eyes.
Their father is not of gay men
         And their mother jocular in no wise,
Yet the coroner’s merry little children
               Laugh so easily.

They laugh because they prosper.
         Fruit for them is upon all branches.
Lo! how they jibe at loss, for
         Kind heaven fills their little paunches!
It’s the coroner’s merry, merry children
               Who laugh so easily.

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