Counting The Mad Poem by Donald Justice

Counting The Mad

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This one was put in a jacket,
This one was sent home,
This one was given bread and meat
But would eat none,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long.


This one looked at the window
As though it were a wall,
This one saw things that were not there,
This one things that were,
And this one cried No No No No
All day long.


This one thought himself a bird,
This one a dog,
And this one thought himself a man,
An ordinary man,
And cried and cried No No No No
All day long.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
sam hill 04 May 2019

the worst madness in the whole worold is being a man and seeing life and dealing with life as it is not hiding from it not crawling inside your mind or any where else and refusing to deal with it

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