(1849 - 1902 / Gloucester / England)

Madam Life's A Piece In Bloom

Madam Life's a piece in bloom
Death goes dogging everywhere:
She's the tenant of the room,
He's the ruffian on the stair.

You shall see her as a friend,
You shall bilk him once or twice;
But he'll trap you in the end,
And he'll stick you for her price.

With his kneebones at your chest,
And his knuckles in your throat,
You would reason -- plead -- protest!
Clutching at her petticoat;

But she's heard it all before,
Well she knows you've had your fun,
Gingerly she gains the door,
And your little job is done.

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Comments (5)

I don't think this is about Victorian life, just a telling metaphor of life and death in general. Life is the alluring prostitute, Death is her pimp, who will claim payment from us all eventually.
OMGwhat a beautiful composition .loved it
Nice use if words Mr ernest
A visual poem. One can picture this in stages. The awareness of the rotten underbelly of Victorian life is immense. This poem deserves more appreciation.
A great take on life and death by the original Long John Silver