The Hunchback
I saw a hunchback climb over a hill
Carrying slops for the pigs to swill.
The snow was hard, the air was frore,
As he cast a bluish shadow before.
Over the frozen hills he came
Like one who is neither strong nor lame,
And I saw his face as he passed me by,
And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye,
His face like the face of a wrinkled child
Who has never laughed or played or smiled.
I watched him till his work was done,
And suddenly God went out of the sun,
Went out of the sun without a sound;
But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground.
The hunchback turned and retracked the snows,
But where God's gone, there's no man knows.
Carrying slops for the pigs to swill.
The snow was hard, the air was frore,
As he cast a bluish shadow before.
Over the frozen hills he came
Like one who is neither strong nor lame,
And I saw his face as he passed me by,
And the hateful look of his dead-fish eye,
His face like the face of a wrinkled child
Who has never laughed or played or smiled.
I watched him till his work was done,
And suddenly God went out of the sun,
Went out of the sun without a sound;
But the great pigs trampling the frozen ground.
The hunchback turned and retracked the snows,
But where God's gone, there's no man knows.
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