Near the hymeneal altar and whack up my heart and claw
To Emancipated Anything as walks upon the earth;
And them things is at your service for whatever they are worth.
I’m sure to be congenial, marm, nor e’er deserve a scowl—
I’m Emancipated Rooster, I am Expurgated Fowl!”
From the future and its wonders I withdrew
my gaze, and then
Wrote this wild unfestive prophecy about
the Coming Hen.
ARMA VIRUMQUE.
“Ours is a Christian Army”;
so he said
A regiment of bangomen who led.
“And ours a Christian Navy,”
added he
Who sailed a thunder-junk upon the sea.
Better they know than men unwarlike do
What is an army and a navy, too.
Pray God there may be sent them by-and-by
The knowledge what a Christian is, and
why.
For somewhat lamely the conception runs
Of a brass-buttoned Jesus firing guns.
ON A PROPOSED CREMATORY.
When a fair bridge is builded o’er
the gulf
Between two cities, some ambitious fool,
Hot for distinction, pleads for earliest
leave
To push his clumsy feet upon the span,
That men in after years may single him,
Saying: “Behold the fool who
first went o’er!”
So be it when, as now the promise is,
Next summer sees the edifice complete
Which some do name a crematorium,
Within the vantage of whose greater maw’s
Quicker digestion we shall cheat the worm
And circumvent the handed mole who loves,
With tunnel, adit, drift and roomy stope,
To mine our mortal parts in all their
dips
And spurs and angles. Let the fool
stand forth
To link his name with this fair enterprise,
As first decarcassed by the flame.
And if
With rival greedings for the fiery fame
They push in clamoring multitudes, or
if
With unaccustomed modesty they all
Hold off, being something loth to qualify,
Let me select the fittest for the rite.
By heaven! I’ll make so warrantable,
wise
And excellent censure of their true deserts,
And such a searching canvass of their
claims,
That none shall bait the ballot.
I’ll spread my choice
Upon the main and general of those
Who, moved of holy impulse, pulpit-born,
Protested ’twere a sacrilege to
burn
God’s gracious images, designed
to rot,
And bellowed for the right of way for
each
Distempered carrion through the water
pipes.
With such a sturdy, boisterous exclaim
They did discharge themselves from their
own throats
Against the splintered gates of audience
’Twere wholesomer to take them in
at mouth
Than ear. These shall burn first:
their ignible
And seasoned substances—trunks,
legs and arms,
Blent indistinguishable in a mass,
Like winter-woven serpents in a pit—
None vantaged of his fellow-fools in point
Of precedence, and all alive—shall
serve
As fueling to fervor the retort
For after cineration of true men.