(Inspired by Emmeline Grangerford, Dec’d.)
The knuckle – very thin,
And bid adieu and ballyhoo
Poor Huckleberry Finn.
And was it prowling cannibals
Or adversary’s sin
That spilled the flood of crimson blood
Of Huckleberry Finn?
O hear my sad, sad words of woe
(As I more clement wax)
And mark! His brain was cleft in twain
By yonder guilty axe!
What “trouble t’was to make a book,”
Said Huckleberry Finn.
By reading close his text morose
We find our souls therein.
(Originally submitted as an appendix to a college literature paper, circa 1991. I’ve improved it over the years. –DGJ)
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