I DON'T know how he came, shambling, dark, and strong. He stood in the city and told men: My people are fools, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters. Always he kept on asking: Where did that blood come from? They said: You for the fool killer, you for the booby hatch and a necktie party. They hauled him into jail. They sneered at him and spit on him, And he wrecked their jails, Singing, "God damn your jails," And when he was most in jail Crummy among the crazy in the dark Then he was most of all out of jail Shambling, dark, and strong, Always asking: Where did that blood come from? They laid hands on him And the fool killers had a laugh | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOHENGRIN; PROEM by EMMA LAZARUS IN THE GARDEN AT THE DAWN HOUR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A FRIEND IN THE MAKING by MARIANNE MOORE THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON ROBERT FROST RELATES THE DEATH OF THE TIRED MAN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |