Clothes Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOCPQRS TUVWXYZA2B2C2MD2E2F2 G2H2F2I2J2K2L2D2M2N2 O2KYP2Q2

Walking back to the office after lunchA
I saw Hans Mister Isham Mister IshamB
He called out in his hurry Herr Wegner needs youC
A woman waiting for a border passD
Took poison she is dead and the policeE
Are there to take the body In the hallF
The secretaries stood outside their doorsG
Silently waiting with Wegner Sir he saidH
It was her answer on the questionnaireI
A clerk for the Gestapo So it wasJ
Within the outer office by the rowK
Of wooden chairs one lying on its sideL
On the discolored brown linoleum floorM
Under a GI blanket was the lostN
Unmoving shape uncovered from a foldO
A dirty foot half out of a dirty shoeC
Once white heel bent the sole worn through the skinP
Bruised red and calloused uncut toenails curvedQ
And veined like an old ivory No one spokeR
Police stood at attention by a stretcherS
After an empty moment suddenlyT
Bent over as if taken by a crampU
I sobbed out loud and on my uniformV
Vomited up my lunch over the tieW
The polished buttons and insigniaX
The little strips of color and the greenY
Eisenhower jacket with its Eagle patchZ
The taut pants in a crease the glistening jump bootsA2
Vomiting and still sobbing like a childB2
Awakened in the night and sick Wegner and HansC2
Held me murmuring Ach dear sir the warM
Is over and not over such things happenD2
While no one else moved Frau Schmidt brought a towelE2
To clean me off before Hans walked me backF2
My arm across his shoulders and I retellingG2
The story of how near Zell am See we foundH2
Hung from a tree in leaf the final sackF2
Of bones in rotted Wehrmacht green In the houseI2
An SS lord had furnished for his mistressJ2
Deep sofas Persian rugs and velvet drapesK2
Frau K nig took my clothes In my own roomL2
Wearing the Gucci robe Bouchard had takenD2
From a fine house before we got to UlmM2
Instead of lying down to rest I studiedN2
The book I read for German with Frau SchmidtO2
Goethe s Italian Journey Through the windowK
The Watchman s upper slopes were shadows greenY
And purple with the afternoon its snowsP2
Melting its double peaks the victory signQ2

Edgar Bowers



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