Saturday Verses: E.E. Cummings

XXXII

a man who had fallen among thieves

lay by the roadside on his back

dressed in fifteenthrate ideas

wearing a round jeer for a hat

 

fate per a somewhat more than less

emancipating evening

had in return for consciousness

endowed him with a changeless grin

 

whereon a dozen staunch and leal

citizens did gaze at pause

then fired by hypercivic zeal

sought newer pastures or because

 

swaddled with a frozen brook

of pinkest vomit out of eyes

which noticed nobody he looked

as if he did not care to rise

 

one hand did nothing on the vest

its wideflung friend clutched weakly dirt

while the mute trouserfly confessed

a button solemnly inert.

 

Brushing from whom the stiffened puke

i put him all into my arms

and staggered banged with terror through

a million billion trillion stars

 

-E.E. Cummings

Kisses & Chaos,

Alli Woods Frederick