From 'The Book of Repulsive Women'

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SUICIDE

Corpse A

THEY brought her in, a shattered small
       Cocoon,
With a little bruised body like
A startled moon;
And all the subtle symphonies of her
A twilight rune.

Corpse B

THEY gave her hurried shoves this way
        And that.
Her body shock-abbreviated
As a city cat.
She lay out listlessly like some small mug
Of beer gone flat.

                                        --Djuna Barnes