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Ridicule

They hanged him with their laughter;
It was a rope
That looped itself about
His eager throat.
Now his brow is sullen
And his mouth is dry;
His eyes are furtive;
He is strange and shy;
When you are hanged with laughter,
You cannot die.
Abigail Cresson

Structure

11 lines · 2 stanzas

Ridicule · O Captain