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Dr. Maximilian Tundra

The Tragic End

The Beginning of the End

(Partial) Bio

Remembering Dr. Tundra

The Wit and Wisdom of Dr. Tundra

The Poetry of Dr. Tundra

Memorial Ode:
O Tundra! Max Tundra

The Tundra Prize

O Tundra! Max Tundra

O Tundra! Max Tundra! your fearful trip is done,
The bimmer has come to wrack, the prize you sought is gone,
The river near, the bells we hear, the people all revolting,
With foolish eyes your midnight reels, blood vessels grim and glaring;

But O brain! brain! brain! O the beating of your head, Where river-wise our Tundra lies, sinking cold and dead.

Tundra! Max Tundra! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up- for you the morning hung- for you the toilet trills, For you the sheathes and last bequeaths- for you the nurses kowtowing,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces knowing;

Here Tundra! dear Tundra!
No harm's within your head!
It's some dream that on peyote,
You've fallen cold and dead.

Max Tundra we can't see him, his lips are pale and still,
Our Tundra doesn't answer, he has no pulse nor will,
The Severn flows ever seaward, its long voyage never done,
This fearful trip the Tundra ship bobs on with object none;

Exult O sea, and ring O bells!
But I with mournful tread,
Walk the bridge where he is,
Fallen cold and dead.

by Mark A. Rayner, Esq. [with apologies to Walt Whitman]

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