Ode to the Master Builder

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
No relation to Ibsen's opus

Submitted: January 12, 2007

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Submitted: January 12, 2007



Oh Master Builder!

Build me a bed.

Build me a cradle

For my suckling that's dead.


No, build me a casket

For her little cadaver.

Build me a basket

So that I may lave her;

Before I enfold her

In her dewy shroud

Whilst one lonely weeper

Goes groaning out loud.


Build me a table

For my Savior's Last Meal.

End if you're able,

By the tolling's last peal.


Build me a chair

For my sorry old ass.

Don't leave pubic hair

Should a Wise Man pass.


Build me a fortress

And truss it with gold.

Stay woodland's egress,

And movement so bold!


Build me a fancy

Mahog'ny commode.

Make yourself worthy

Of this timeless ode!

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