Death & Dying
Here Estee rests. He shook a basket
From Black Beetles in Amber (1892)
Death & Dying
Here Estee rests. He shook a basket,
When, like a jewel from its casket,
Fell Felton out. Said Estee, shouting
With mirth; "I've given you an outing."
Then told him to go back. He wouldn't.
Then tried to put him back. He couldn't.
So Estee died (his blood congealing
In Felton's growing shadow) squealing.
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MLA
Bierce, Ambrose. “Here Estee rests. He shook a basket.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/bierce/442/.
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Bierce, Ambrose. “Here Estee rests. He shook a basket.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/bierce/442/.
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