Member Poem

Deed

Pawing over a dead man's piled things
Sparkling eyes scavenging through his stuff
A pittance of wealth from the coiled springs

Search every finger for golden rings
And silver studs once worn upon each cuff
Holding aloft a dead man's piled things

Pillaged pianos to profit from strings
Eventually find treasures enough
A pitiful wealth from  the coiled springs

Rummaging keepsakes from forgotten flings
All while wading through foul, deep hoarder's slough
Raking through a dead man's piled things

Then the nauseating diffidence brings
Realization of a soul most rough
Miserable wealth of the coiled springs

Dilute your trove with this forgotten king's
And, once and for all, call personal bluff
You envy a dead man's piled things
Amounting to wealth from coiled springs.