Effie's head

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here is little Effie's head whose brains are made of gingerbread when the judgement day come God will find six crumbs	stooping by the coffinlid waiting for something to rise as the other somethings did- you imagine His surprise	bellowing through the general noise Where is Effie who was dead? -to God in a tiny voice, i am may the first crumb said	whereupon its fellow five crumbs cuckled as if they were alive and number two took up the song, might i'm called and did no wrong	cried the third crumb, i am should and this is my little sister could with our big brother who is would don't punish us for we were good;	and the last crumb with some shame whispered unto God, my name is must and with the others i've been Effie who isn't alive
just imagine it I say God amid a monstrous din watch your step and follow me stooping by Effie's little, in	(want a match or can you see?) which the six subjunctive crumbs twitch like mutilated thumbs: picture His peering biggest whey	coloured face on which a frown puzzles, but I know the way- (nervously Whose eyes approve the blessed while His ears are crammed	with the strenuous music of the innumerable capering damned) -staring widely up and down the here we are now judgement day	cross the threshold have no dread lift the sheet back in this way. here is little Effie's head whose brains are made of gingerbread

e.e. cummings