A Eulogy for Curly’s Wife- Of Mice and Men

A nameless face
identified only by her
tyrant of a husband,
identified only by
glittery blue makeup and
corkscrew curled hair.
The workers are sweaty and dusty and
days spent toiling in
the hot sun
they are blind to her cries.
“The house gets awfully lonely.”
But they turn away
because she’s trouble.
A nameless face
lying motionless in the hay
at the hands of
an accident
we knew it would
happen eventually.

This poem was written for an English assignment my sophomore year of high school. We held a memorial service for all the characters that died in the books we read that semester.

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