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Edward Dyson - The Auction
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"Who`ll bid?  Who`ll bid?" the question rang
   Where throned Death was calling.
I seemed to sense his charnel tang,
   Mephitic air appalling;
And every tick I heard the clang
   Of his steel hammer falling.

Come great men who upon our earth
   Had held a lofty mission,
The spacious ones of lordly birth,
   The cunning politician,
And gentlemen of holy worth
   Or wondrous erudition.

One buyer in a corner trolls
   Beyond the ghastly revel.
He buys by lots or single souls,
   His voice is low and level.
And paltry is the price he doles.
   The buyer is the Devil!
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