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Not a third that walks beside me	A
But five or six or more	B
Whether at dusk or daybreak	C
Or at blinding noon a retinue	D
Of shadows that no door	B
Excludes One like a kind of scrawl	E
Hands scrawled trembling and blue	D
A harelipped and hunchbacked dwarf	F
With a smile like a grapefruit rind	G
Who jabbers the way I do	D
When the brain is empty and tired	H
And the guests no longer care	I
A clown who shudders and suddenly	A
Is a man with a mouth of cotton	J
Trapped in a dentist's chair	I
	-
Not a third that walks beside me	A
But five or six or more	B
One with his face gone rotten	J
Most hideous of all	E
Whose crutches shriek on the sidewalk	K
As a fingernail on a slate	L
Tears open some splintered door	B
Of childhood Down the hall	E
We enter a thousand rooms	M
That pour the hours back	N
That silhouette the walls	O
With shadows ripped from war	B
Accusing and rigid black	N
As the streets we are discolored by	P
The crutches fall to the floor	B
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Not a third that walks beside me	A
But five or six or more	B
Than fingers or brain can bear	I
A monster strung with guts	Q
A coward covered with hair	I
Matted and down to his knees	R
Murderers liars thieves	S
Moving in darkened rows	T
Through daylight and evening air	I
Until the eyelids close	U
Snapped like the blades of a knife	V
And your dream of their death begins	W
Possessors and possessed	X
They keep the bedside wake	C
As a doctor or a wife	V
Might wait the darkness through	D
Until the pale daybreak	C
Protectors of your life	V

Weldon Kees

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