Death Wants More Death Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLKKKMKKNE GOPQKRSRTUVWQXNYZA2B 2QKC2D2KE2KF2G2H2I2J 2LRK2L2AM2OKN2O2P2Q2father's garage how child like | A |
I would brush the corpses of flies | B |
from the windows they thought were escape | C |
their sticky ugly vibrant bodies | D |
shouting like dumb crazy dogs against the glass | E |
only to spin and flit | F |
in that second larger than hell or heaven | G |
onto the edge of the ledge | H |
and then the spider from his dank hole | I |
nervous and exposed | J |
the puff of body swelling | K |
hanging there | L |
not really quite knowing | K |
and then knowing | K |
something sending it down its string | K |
the wet web | M |
toward the weak shield of buzzing | K |
the pulsing | K |
a last desperate moving hair leg | N |
there against the glass | E |
there alive in the sun | G |
spun in white | O |
and almost like love | P |
the closing over | Q |
the first hushed spider sucking | K |
filling its sack | R |
upon this thing that lived | S |
crouching there upon its back | R |
drawing its certain blood | T |
as the world goes by outside | U |
and my temples scream | V |
and I nbsp hurl the broom against them | W |
the spider dull with spider anger | Q |
still thinking of its prey | X |
and waving an amazed broken leg | N |
the fly very still | Y |
a dirty speck stranded to straw | Z |
I shake the killer loose | A2 |
and he walks lame and peeved | B2 |
towards some dark corner | Q |
but I intercept his dawdling | K |
his crawling like some broken hero | C2 |
and the straws smash his legs | D2 |
now waving | K |
above his head | E2 |
and looking | K |
looking for the enemy | F2 |
and somewhat valiant | G2 |
dying without apparent pain | H2 |
simply crawling backward | I2 |
piece by piece | J2 |
leaving nothing there | L |
until at last the red gut sack | R |
splashes | K2 |
its secrets | L2 |
and I nbsp run child like | A |
with God's anger a step behind | M2 |
back to simple sunlight | O |
wondering | K |
as the world goes by | N2 |
with curled smile | O2 |
if anyone else | P2 |
saw or sensed my crime | Q2 |
Charles Bukowski
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