Monday, July 11, 2016

good samaritan (e. e. cummings)

   a man who had fallen among thieves 
lay by the roadside on his back 
dressed in fifteenthrate ideas 
wearing a round jeer for a hat 
                                    
fate per a somewhat more than less 
emancipated evening 
had in return for consciousness 
endowed him with a changeless grin 
                                    
whereon a dozen staunch and leal 
citizens did graze at pause 
then fired by hypercivic zeal 
sought newer pastures or because 
                                    
swaddled with a frozen brook 
of pinkest vomit out of eyes 
which noticed nobody he looked 
as if he did not care to rise 
                                   
one hand did nothing on the vest 
its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt 
while the mute trouserfly confessed 
a button solemnly inert. 
                                    
Brushing from whom the stiffened puke 
i put him all into my arms 
and staggered banged with terror through 
a million billion trillion stars 
--e. e. cummings
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