The Valley Of Dry Bones Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABBCCDDAAEEFFGGHHII JKLLMMNO PPQQ| With crow bones all the land is white | A |
| From the gates of morn to the gates of night | A |
| Picked clean they lie on the cumbered ground | B |
| And the politician's paunch is round | B |
| And he strokes it down and across as he sings | C |
| 'I've eaten my fill of the legs and wings | C |
| The neck the back the pontifical nose | D |
| Breast belly and gizzard for everything goes | D |
| The meat that's dark and there's none that's white | A |
| Exceeded the need of my appetite | A |
| But I've bravely stuck to the needful work | E |
| That a hungry domestic hog would shirk | E |
| I've eaten the fowl that the Fates commend | F |
| To reluctant lips of the People's Friend | F |
| Rank unspeakably bitter as gall | G |
| Is the bird but I've eaten it feathers and all | G |
| I'm a dutiful statesman I am although | H |
| I really don't like a diet of crow | H |
| So I've dined all alone in a furtive way | I |
| But my platter I've cleaned every blessed day | I |
| They say that I bolt so I do my bird | J |
| They say that I sulk but they've widely erred | K |
| O Lord if my enemies only knew | L |
| How I'm full to the throat with the corvic stew | L |
| They'd open their ears to hear me profess | M |
| The faith compelled by the corvic stress | M |
| For alas necessity knows no law | N |
| In the heavenly caucus 'Caw Caw Caw '' | O |
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| And that ornithanthropical person tried | P |
| By flapping his arms on the air to ride | P |
| But I knew by the way that he clacked his bill | Q |
| He was just the poor featherless biped Dave Hill | Q |
Ambrose Bierce
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