Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | December 23, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: The Junk Man

by Carl Sandburg (1878 – 1967).

The Junk Man (1916)

I am glad God saw Death
And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired
of living:

When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow and
the connections loose
And the clock goes on ticking and telling the wrong time
from hour to hour
And people around the house joke about what a bum
clock it is,
How glad the clock is when the big Junk Man drives
his wagon
Up to the house and puts his arms around the clock and
says:
“You don’t belong here,
You gotta come
Along with me,”
How glad the clock is then, when it feels the arms of the
Junk Man close around it and carry it away.

Notes:
http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/sandburg.htm
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/28

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