Social Commentaries
Book VIII, Epigram 57 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
PicENS had three teeth, all of which he spat out at once as he was sitting by his own tomb; and he gathered up in his lap the latest fragments of his loosened jaws, and entombed them in piled-up earth. His heir some day need not gather up the dead man's bones: that office Picens has already performed for himself.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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