Today's Terribly Torrid Troubadour

[chickenfeet]

Eliza Cook (1818-1889)

from The Carrion Crow

I plunged my beak in the marbling cheek,
I perched on the clammy brow:
And a dainty treat was that fresh meat
To the greedy Carrion Crow.
...

And quickly his breast had a table guest,
In the hungry Carrion Crow.


from Song of the Sea Weed

Many a lip is gaping for drink,
And madly calling for rain;
And some hot brains are beginning to think
Of a messmate's opened vein.