a man who had fallen among thieves <br />lay by the roadside on his back <br />dressed in fifteenthrate ideas <br />wearing a round jeer for a hat <br /> <br />fate per a somewhat more than less <br />emancipated evening <br />had in return for consciousness <br />endowed him with a changeless grin <br /> <br />whereon a dozen staunch and leal <br />citizens did graze at pause <br />then fired by hypercivic zeal <br />sought newer pastures or because <br /> <br />swaddled with a frozen brook <br />of pinkest vomit out of eyes <br />which noticed nobody he looked <br />as if he did not care to rise <br /> <br />one hand did nothing on the vest <br />its wideflung friend clenched weakly dirt <br />while the mute trouserfly confessed <br />a button solemnly inert. <br /> <br />Brushing from whom the stiffened puke <br />i put him all into my arms <br />and staggered banged with terror through <br />a million billion trillion stars<br /><br />Edward Estlin Cummings<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-man-who-had-fallen-among-thieves/
