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The Bone That Has No Marrow;

Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

The bone that has no marrow;
What ultimate for that?
It is not fit for table,
For beggar, or for cat.

A bone has obligations,
A being has the same;
A marrowless assembly
Is culpabler than shame.

But how shall finished creatures
A function fresh obtain? --
Old Nicodemus' phantom
Confronting us again!

(C) Emily Elizabeth Dickinson
07/01/2019


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