The Bone That Has No Marrow; By Emily Dickinson

    The bone that has no marrow;
    What ultimate for that?
    It is not fit for table,
    For beggar, or for cat.

    A bone has obligations,
    A being has the same;
    A marrowless assembly
    Is culpabler than shame.

    But how shall finished creatures
    A function fresh obtain? —
    Old Nicodemus’ phantom
    Confronting us again!