Winter 1957 • Vol. XIX No. 1 PoetryJanuary 1, 1957 |

The Groundkeeper’s Complaint

She slept beside that doorway for an hour. Her friends stood shivering around her bed; They said they loved her, that they always had,    Even in cold weather. She slept beside that doorway for an hour.  And then we watched them lower her inside, And heard the dirt thud on her wooden bed,    And cover her forever.

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