A Commuted Sentence Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBABCCDCDEE FGGFGHHIJIEE KLLKLMMNMNO PQQPQRRSRSL TEUT VVQVQWW XCCXCTTYTYZZ

Boruck and Waterman upon their grillsA
In Hades lay with many a sigh and groanB
Hotly disputing for each swore his ownB
Were clearly keener than the other's illsA
And truly each had much to boast of boneB
And sinew muscle tallow nerve and skinC
Blood in the vein and marrow in the shinC
Teeth eyes and other organs for the soulD
Has all of these and even a wagging chinC
Blazing and coruscating like a coalD
For Lower Sacramento you rememberE
Has trying weather even in mid DecemberE
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Now this occurred in the far future AllF
Mankind had been a million ages deadG
And each to her reward above had spedG
Each to his punishment below I callF
That quite a just arrangement As I saidG
Boruck and Waterman in warmest painH
Crackled and sizzed with all their might and mainH
For when on earth they'd freed a scurvy hostI
Of crooks from the State prison who againJ
Had robbed and ravaged the Pacific CoastI
And such the felon's predatory natureE
Even got themselves into the LegislatureE
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So Waterman and Boruck lay and roaredK
In Hades It is true all other malesL
Felt the like flames and uttered equal wailsL
But did not suffer them whereas they boredK
Each one the other But indeed my tale'sL
Not getting on at all They lay and brownedM
Till Boruck who long since his teeth had groundM
Away and spoke Gum Arabic and madeN
Stump speeches even in praying looked aroundM
And said to Bob's incinerated shadeN
'Your Excellency this is mighty hard onO
The inventors of the unpardonable pardon '-
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The other soul his right hand all aflameP
For 'twas with that he'd chiefly sinned althoughQ
His tongue too like a wick was working woeQ
To the reserve of tallow in his frameP
Said with a sputtering uncertain flowQ
And with a gesture like a shaken torchR
'Yes but I'm sure we'll not much longer scorchR
Although this climate is not good for HopeS
Whose joyous wing 'twould singe I think the porchR
Of Hell we'll quit with a pacific slopeS
Last century I signified repentanceL
And asked for commutation of our sentence '-
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Even as he spoke the form of Satan loomedT
In sight all crimson with reflections's fireE
Like some tall tower or cathedral spireU
Touched by the dawn while all the earth is gloomedT
In mists and shadows of the night time 'Sire '-
Said Waterman his agitable wickV
Still sputtering 'what calls you back so quickV
It scarcely was a century agoQ
You left us ' 'I have come to bring ' said NickV
'St Peter's answer he is never slowQ
In correspondence to your applicationW
For pardon pardon me for commutationW
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'He says that he's instructed to replyX
And he has so instructed me that sinC
Like yours and this poor gentleman's who's inC
For bad advice to you comes rather highX
But since apparently you both beginC
To feel some pious promptings to the rightT
And fain would turn your faces to the lightT
Eternity seems all too long a termY
So 'tis commuted to one half I'm quiteT
Prepared when that expires to free the wormY
And quench the fire ' And civilly retreatingZ
He left them holding their protracted meetingZ

Ambrose Bierce



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