My <br />Man <br />Says <br />I weigh about four ounces, <br />Says I must have hollow legs. <br />And then say I, <br />'Yes, <br />I've hollow legs and a hollow soul and body. <br />There is nothing left of me. <br />You've burnt me dry. <br />You <br />Have <br />Run <br />Through all my veins in fever, <br />Through my soul in fever for <br />An endless time. <br />Why, <br />This small body is like an empty snail shell, <br />All the living soul of it <br />Burnt out in lime.'<br /><br />Lesbia Harford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grotesque-3/
