Companionship of pullers
We tried to save his life
The boy was sick and in bed
The bed high on the hill
The bed his deathbed if nothing were done
Before to impede it
The bed his carapace of burning brimstone
Of red hot iron
His Nessus’ shirt.
Long ribbons white and red
Were brought down to the road’s rim
So that all that wished to could also pull
And hard.
We tried to save the sick boy’s life
With long ribbons doggedly pulled
By all the stopped automobiles’ drivers
Striving toughly on the road at the foot
Of the hill.
Unfazed disease
Idle effort
All to no avail
Alas
Another instance
Of the ah all so truthful saying
Everything comes to nothing
After the striving.
Taut ribbons
Totally ineffective
Futile struggle
The sick unmovable
Soon apt pasture for the vultures and the rodents
And such.
For Every Tib and Tom Cat
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17. taut ribbons
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- 20. such ugly remains
- 19. trouble at the cage
- 18. almost caught
- 17. taut ribbons
- 16. bullet through the intruder's head
- 15. parsnip in her narrow beak
- 14. you bet you animal
- 13. the roar of stardust
- 12. dripping cheeks: blenched
- 11. all cross the river [one]
- 10. body or luminous arena
- 9. lights out for you, rather, you jerk!
- 8. it must be that I ain't ready to die
- 7. call the dog Geez-ass
- 6. soldiers : clostridia
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