Posted by: Robin Hawkins | June 24, 2011

Resurrection Man

                                                       Resurrection Man

 

I shall not go weeping to my grave.

Neither shall I go with wonder,

nor weighted down with expectation,

fear or guilt rusting the gilded gate.

 

Rather shall I shed my calloused skin;

ease the curdling flesh from bone

like a silken shrug of tears

to salve the weeping at my grave.

 

 

Resurrection men: Early grave-robbers inEdinburghwho supplied corpses to the medical school for studies in Anatomy. Corpses were frequently smuggled into the University in casks of whiskey, which was then sold cheaply, hence the term, “rotgut” for bad whiskey.

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  1. Good one, Piggy, how goes it?


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