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Title: The Beggar
Author: Eunice Tietjens [
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Christ! What is that--that--Thing?
Only a beggar, professionally maimed, I think.Across the narrow street it lies, the street where little
children are.
It is rocking its body back and forth, back and forth,
ingratiatingly, in the noisome filth.
Beside the body are stretched two naked stumps of
flesh, on one the remnant of a foot. The wounds
are not new wounds, but they are open and they
fester. There are flies on them.
The Thing is whining, shrilly, hideously.
Professionally maimed, I think.
Christ!
Hwai Yuen
[The end]
Eunice Tietjens's poem: Beggar
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