The Killing Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGHGIJKLMNOPQRB STUVWXYZA2B2C2D2DE2F 2G2H2I2J2K2 PAJL2

That was the day they killed the Son of GodA
On a squat hill top by JerusalemB
Zion was bare her children from their mazeC
Sucked by the dream of curiosityD
Clean through the gates The very halt and blindE
Had somehow got themselves up to the hillF
After the ceremonial preparationG
The scourging nailing nailing against the woodH
Erection of the main trees with their burdenG
While from the hill rose an orchestral wailingI
They were there at last high up in the soft spring dayJ
We watched the writhings heard the moanings sawK
The three heads turning on their separate axlesL
Like broken wheels left spinning Round his headM
Was loosely bound a crown of plaited thornN
That hurt at random stinging temple and browO
As the pain swung into its envious circleP
In front the wreath was gathered in a knotQ
That as he gazed looked like the last stump leftR
Of a death wounded deer's great antlers SomeB
Who came to stare grew silent as they lookedS
Indignant or sorry But the hardened oldT
And the hard hearted young although at oddsU
From the first morning cursed him with one curseV
Having prayed for a Rabbi or an armed MessiahW
And found the Son of God What use to themX
Was a God or a Son of God Of what availY
For purposes such as theirs Beside the cross footZ
Alone four women stood and did not moveA2
All day The sun revolved the shadows wheeledB2
The evening fell His head lay on his breastC2
But in his breast they watched his heart move onD2
By itself alone accomplishing its journeyD
Their taunts grew louder sharpened by the knowledgeE2
That he was walking in the park of deathF2
Far from their rage Yet all grew stale at lastG2
Spite curiosity envy hate itselfH2
They waited only for death and death was slowI2
And came so quietly they scarce could mark itJ2
They were angry then with death and death's deceitK2
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I was a stranger could not read these peopleP
Or this outlandish deity Did a GodA
Indeed in dying cross my life that dayJ
By chance he on his road and I on mineL2

Edwin Muir



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