Crucifix In A Deathhand Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHDIIIJKLMINDD OICHPPCQDPDDLDIRIDST UIIDVDIDJWIIXIYIWEIJ ZXyes they begin out in a willow I think | A |
the starch mountains begin out in the willow | B |
and keep right on going without regard for | C |
pumas and nectarines | D |
somehow these mountains are like | E |
an old woman with a bad memory and | F |
a shopping basket | G |
we are in a basin that is the | H |
idea down in the sand and the alleys | D |
this land punched in cuffed out divided | I |
held like a crucifix in a deathhand | I |
this land bought resold bought again and | I |
sold again the wars long over | J |
the Spaniards all the way back in Spain | K |
down in the thimble again and now | L |
real estaters subdividers landlords freeway | M |
engineers arguing this is their land and | I |
I walk on it live on it a little while | N |
near Hollywood here I see young men in rooms | D |
listening to glazed recordings | D |
and I think too of old men sick of music | O |
sick of everything and death like suicide | I |
I think is sometimes voluntary and to get your | C |
hold on the land here it is best to return to the | H |
Grand Central Market see the old Mexican women | P |
the poor I am sure you have seen these same women | P |
many years before | C |
arguing | Q |
with the same young Japanese clerks | D |
witty knowledgeable and golden | P |
among their soaring store of oranges apples | D |
avocados tomatoes cucumbers | D |
and you know how | L |
these | D |
look they do look good | I |
as if you could eat them all | R |
light a cigar and smoke away the bad world | I |
then it's best to go back to the bars the same bars | D |
wooden stale merciless green | S |
with the young policeman walking through | T |
scared and looking for trouble | U |
and the beer is still bad | I |
it has an edge that already mixes with vomit and | I |
decay and you've got to be strong in the shadows | D |
to ignore it to ignore the poor and to ignore yourself | V |
and the shopping bag between your legs | D |
down there feeling good with its avocados and | I |
oranges and fresh fish and wine bottles who needs | D |
a Fort Lauderdale winter | J |
years ago there used to be a whore there | W |
with a film over one eye who was too fat | I |
and made little silver bells out of cigarette | I |
tinfoil the sun seemed warmer then | X |
although this was probably not | I |
true and you take your shopping bag | Y |
outside and walk along the street | I |
and the green beer hangs there | W |
just above your stomach like | E |
a short and shameful shawl and | I |
you look around and no longer | J |
see any | Z |
old men | X |
Charles Bukowski
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