The Book of Repulsive Women/Suicide

Corpse A

They brought her in, a shattered small Cocoon, With a little brusèd 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.