My Burnoose

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My Burnoose

Into this world they tell me I was sent

Wrapt in a burnoose, which was rudely rent

And flung away, by her who first didst touch

My steaming flesh; I never loved her much,

The surly, stolid, sordid, spectral hag:

For never would my star of fortune lag⁠—

No dwarf of earth to oppose my will would dare⁠—

If my sebaceous burnoose she did spare,

And if around my neck, the ajouz says,

It hung, locked in a charm, for twenty days.

But ever since the amulet was torn,

The curse of gods and jinn and men I’ve worn;

And to my flesh it stuck⁠—a Nessus shirt⁠—

Despite the oozing blood, and not spurt

Of power, alas! is left me to control

The stinging tongue of an avenging soul.