Monday In The Courtyard Of The Barracks Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLM NOLPPQRCST

The heat sticks closely to the gun and to the handA
It pricks the eyes Nothing remained forgottenB
The troops stepped half drunk into the fireC
The non coms stand rigidly in frontD
The glaring earth is a dead carouselE
Nothing stirs No one drops down No streaked sky fliesF
Only rarely a hoarse barking tears apart the blue sowG
Which lies on the stone barracksH
Now the army leaves me aloneI
Who still pays attention to me They got usedJ
To my strange civilian eyes long agoK
On maneuvers I am half dreamingL
And as we march I compose poemsM
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But war comes There was peace too longN
No more good times Trumpets screechO
Deep into your heart And all the nights are burningL
You freeze in tents You're hot You're hungryP
You drown Explode Bleed to death Fields rattle noisilyP
Church towers fall Flames in the distanceQ
Winds twitch Large cities crashR
On the horizon cannons thunderC
Around the hill tops a white vapor risesS
And grenades burst at your headT

Alfred Lichtenstein



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