Bomb Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEFGFHIJKGLMNKODP QGRSTUVWXYZA2B2C2KD2 E2HF2G2H2I2G2E2I2H2H 2H2H2G2G2G2J2G2H2AH2 K2H2L2G2G2HHE2M2G2HI 2A2A2N2N2G2G2AAE2O2H 2P2L2H2Q2I2M2H2O2H2H H2H2H2I2H2G2H2H2H2I2 H2R2R2G2O2H2H2H2NH2I 2H2E2E2E2S2G2G2H2KH2 H2H2H2H2I2H2H2H2H2H2 H2KKQ2| niverse Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you | A |
| Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass | B |
| The bumpy club of One Million B C the mace the flail the axe | C |
| Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone | D |
| Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart | E |
| And hath not St Michael a burning sword St George a lance David a sling | F |
| Bomb you are as cruel as man makes you and you're no crueller than cancer | G |
| All Man hates you they'd rather die by car crash lightning drowning | F |
| Falling off a roof electric chair heart attack old age old age O Bomb | H |
| They'd rather die by anything but you Death's finger is free lance | I |
| Not up to man whether you boom or not Death has long since distributed its | J |
| categorical blue I sing thee Bomb Death's extravagance Death's jubilee | K |
| Gem of Death's supremest blue The flyer will crash his death will differ | G |
| with the climbor who'll fall to die by cobra is not to die by bad pork | L |
| Some die by swamp some by sea and some by the bushy haired man in the night | M |
| O there are deaths like witches of Arc Scarey deaths like Boris Karloff | N |
| No feeling deaths like birth death sadless deaths like old pain Bowery | K |
| Abandoned deaths like Capital Punishment stately deaths like senators | O |
| And unthinkable deaths like Harpo Marx girls on Vogue covers my own | D |
| I do not know just how horrible Bombdeath is I can only imagine | P |
| Yet no other death I know has so laughable a preview I scope | Q |
| a city New York City streaming starkeyed subway shelter | G |
| Scores and scores A fumble of humanity High heels bend | R |
| Hats whelming away Youth forgetting their combs | S |
| Ladies not knowing what to do with their shopping bags | T |
| Unperturbed gum machines Yet dangerous rd rail | U |
| Ritz Brothers from the Bronx caught in the A train | V |
| The smiling Schenley poster will always smile | W |
| Impish death Satyr Bomb Bombdeath | X |
| Turtles exploding over Istanbul | Y |
| The jaguar's flying foot | Z |
| soon to sink in arctic snow | A2 |
| Penguins plunged against the Sphinx | B2 |
| The top of the Empire state | C2 |
| arrowed in a broccoli field in Sicily | K |
| Eiffel shaped like a C in Magnolia Gardens | D2 |
| St Sophia peeling over Sudan | E2 |
| O athletic Death Sportive Bomb | H |
| the temples of ancient times | F2 |
| their grand ruin ceased | G2 |
| Electrons Protons Neutrons | H2 |
| gathering Hersperean hair | I2 |
| walking the dolorous gulf of Arcady | G2 |
| joining marble helmsmen | E2 |
| entering the final ampitheater | I2 |
| with a hymnody feeling of all Troys | H2 |
| heralding cypressean torches | H2 |
| racing plumes and banners | H2 |
| and yet knowing Homer with a step of grace | H2 |
| Lo the visiting team of Present | G2 |
| the home team of Past | G2 |
| Lyre and tube together joined | G2 |
| Hark the hotdog soda olive grape | J2 |
| gala galaxy robed and uniformed | G2 |
| commissary O the happy stands | H2 |
| Ethereal root and cheer and boo | A |
| The billioned all time attendance | H2 |
| The Zeusian pandemonium | K2 |
| Hermes racing Owens | H2 |
| The Spitball of Buddha | L2 |
| Christ striking out | G2 |
| Luther stealing third | G2 |
| Planeterium Death Hosannah Bomb | H |
| Gush the final rose O Spring Bomb | H |
| Come with thy gown of dynamite green | E2 |
| unmenace Nature's inviolate eye | M2 |
| Before you the wimpled Past | G2 |
| behind you the hallooing Future O Bomb | H |
| Bound in the grassy clarion air | I2 |
| like the fox of the tally ho | A2 |
| thy field the universe thy hedge the geo | A2 |
| Leap Bomb bound Bomb frolic zig and zag | N2 |
| The stars a swarm of bees in thy binging bag | N2 |
| Stick angels on your jubilee feet | G2 |
| wheels of rainlight on your bunky seat | G2 |
| You are due and behold you are due | A |
| and the heavens are with you | A |
| hosanna incalescent glorious liaison | E2 |
| BOMB O havoc antiphony molten cleft BOOM | O2 |
| Bomb mark infinity a sudden furnace | H2 |
| spread thy multitudinous encompassed Sweep | P2 |
| set forth awful agenda | L2 |
| Carrion stars charnel planets carcass elements | H2 |
| Corpse the universe tee hee finger in the mouth hop | Q2 |
| over its long long dead Nor | I2 |
| From thy nimbled matted spastic eye | M2 |
| exhaust deluges of celestial ghouls | H2 |
| From thy appellational womb | O2 |
| spew birth gusts of of great worms | H2 |
| Rip open your belly Bomb | H |
| from your belly outflock vulturic salutations | H2 |
| Battle forth your spangled hyena finger stumps | H2 |
| along the brink of Paradise | H2 |
| O Bomb O final Pied Piper | I2 |
| both sun and firefly behind your shock waltz | H2 |
| God abandoned mock nude | G2 |
| beneath His thin false talc's apocalypse | H2 |
| He cannot hear thy flute's | H2 |
| happy the day profanations | H2 |
| He is spilled deaf into the Silencer's warty ear | I2 |
| His Kingdom an eternity of crude wax | H2 |
| Clogged clarions untrumpet Him | R2 |
| Sealed angels unsing Him | R2 |
| A thunderless God A dead God | G2 |
| O Bomb thy BOOM His tomb | O2 |
| That I lean forward on a desk of science | H2 |
| an astrologer dabbling in dragon prose | H2 |
| half smart about wars bombs especially bombs | H2 |
| That I am unable to hate what is necessary to love | N |
| That I can't exist in a world that consents | H2 |
| a child in a park a man dying in an electric chair | I2 |
| That I am able to laugh at all things | H2 |
| all that I know and do not know thus to conceal my pain | E2 |
| That I say I am a poet and therefore love all man | E2 |
| knowing my words to be the acquainted prophecy of all men | E2 |
| and my unwords no less an acquaintanceship | S2 |
| That I am manifold | G2 |
| a man pursuing the big lies of gold | G2 |
| or a poet roaming in bright ashes | H2 |
| or that which I imagine myself to be | K |
| a shark toothed sleep a man eater of dreams | H2 |
| I need not then be all smart about bombs | H2 |
| Happily so for if I felt bombs were caterpillars | H2 |
| I'd doubt not they'd become butterflies | H2 |
| There is a hell for bombs | H2 |
| They're there I see them there | I2 |
| They sit in bits and sing songs | H2 |
| mostly German songs | H2 |
| And two very long American songs | H2 |
| and they wish there were more songs | H2 |
| especially Russian and Chinese songs | H2 |
| and some more very long American songs | H2 |
| Poor little Bomb that'll never be | K |
| an Eskimo song I love thee | K |
| I want to put a lollipop | Q2 |
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