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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