Written for a Personal Epitaph

Dylan Thomas

1914 to 1953

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            Feeding the worm
           Who do I blame
           Because laid down
           At last by time,
Here under the earth with girl and thief,
           Who do I blame ?
           Mother I blame
           Whose loving crime
           Moulded my form
           Within her womb,
Who gave me life and then the grave,
           Mother I blame.
           Here is her labour’s end,
           Dead limb and mind,
           All love and sweat
           Gone now to rot.
I am man’s reply to every question,
His aim and destination.