The poem(s) below were written according to my looser interpretation, with 'b' substituted for each initial 'c' from the first poem in order to produce the second.
A Crass Death
The body in the casket was met with doleful stares
From relatives and friends in midnight coats. The air
Was creaking as the mourners whispered of his mode of death;
A canker on his spleen had sent him to his final rest.
His aunts all traded rumors that they found him in a car
Beside the seashore, where he coasted nights under the stars,
And got high with prostitutes, and saw a cutter sail,
And ate a sherbet cone beneath the laughing of the gulls;
The cluster of escapes that he would manage here and there
From office, where his nerves were cooked by etiquette, and where
His creed was marked by distance and its monolithic terms—
A distance that was soon to be eclipsed by crawling worms.
And, after the Delmas manipulation:
The body in the basket was met with doleful stares
From relatives and friends in midnight boats. The air
Was breaking as the mourners whispered of his mode of death;
A banker on his spleen had sent him to his final rest.
His aunts all traded rumors that they found him in a bar
Beside the seashore, where he boasted nights under the stars,
And got high with prostitutes, and saw a butter sail,
And ate a sherbet bone beneath the laughing of the gulls;
The bluster of escapes that he would manage here and there
From office, where his nerves were booked by etiquette, and where
His breed was marked by distance and its monolithic terms—
A distance that was soon to be eclipsed by brawling worms.
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