Come hither, <br />'bones' <br />from under your stone, <br />and tell me <br />how you died. <br /> <br />Pray Tell me, <br />how it feels to sleep, <br />so stiff and cold <br />as ice! <br /> <br /> and where is <br />your flowing, long red hair, <br />your soft <br />and smooth, pink flesh <br /> <br />Come hither <br />'bones' <br />from under your stone <br />and tell me <br />what is death!<br /><br />Deleted<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/come-hither-bones/
