'Who'll bid? Who'll bid? ' the question rang <br /> Where throned Death was calling. <br />I seemed to sense his charnel tang, <br /> Mephitic air appalling; <br />And every tick I heard the clang <br /> Of his steel hammer falling. <br /> <br />Come great men who upon our earth <br /> Had held a lofty mission, <br />The spacious ones of lordly birth, <br /> The cunning politician, <br />And gentlemen of holy worth <br /> Or wondrous erudition. <br /> <br />One buyer in a corner trolls <br /> Beyond the ghastly revel. <br />He buys by lots or single souls, <br /> His voice is low and level. <br />And paltry is the price he doles. <br /> The buyer is the Devil!<br /><br />Edward George Dyson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-auction-4/
