The Song of Dives


(Click here to follow Pavel's ongoing epic poem “The Shoulder of the Sun.” You may visit Pavel's website at http://www.greyowlpress.com.)


by Pavel Chichikov

Dives ate and Lazarus starved

But Dives scraped his platter clean

The dogs that licked the beggar's wounds

Belonged to Dives and grew lean

The beggar's heart was small and red

The blood they lapped was thin and sweet –

When Dives' dogs ate Lazarus

It cost much less than butcher's meat

But when they broke the beggar's bones

And licked the marrow from the cracks

The rich man cried and rubbed his hands:

I wish I had poor Lazarus back

For then I'd send my table scraps

To make atonement for my lapse

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