TO A SKULL

by: Joshua Henry Jones, Jr.

      HASTLY, ghoulish, grinning skull,
      Toothless, eyeless, hollow, dull,
      Why your smirk and empty smile
      As the hours away you wile?
      Has the earth become such bore
      That it pleases nevermore?
      Whence your joy through sun and rain?
      Is 't because of loss of pain?
      Have you learned what men learn not
      That earth's substance turns to rot?
      After learning now you scan
      Vain endeavors man by man?
      Do you mind that you as they
      Once was held by mystic sway;
      Dreamed and struggled, hoped and prayed,
      Lolled and with the minutes played?
      Sighed for honors; battles planned;
      Sipped of cups that wisdom banned
      But would please the weak frail flesh;
      Suffered, fell, 'rose, struggled fresh?
      Now that you are but a skull
      Glimpse you life as life is, full
      Of beauties that we miss
      Till time withers with his kiss?
      Do you laugh in cynic vein
      Since you cannot try again?
      And you know that we, like you,
      Will too late our failings rue?
      Tell me, ghoulish, grinning skull
      What deep broodings, o'er you mull?
      Tell me why you smirk and smile
      Ere I pass life's sunset stile.

"To a Skull" is reprinted from The Book of American Negro Poetry. Ed. James Weldon Johnson. New York: Harcourt, Brace and Company, 1922.

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