A final poem for National Poetry Month, Yellow, by Robert Service

Many people today think of Service as a rather shallow poet, but that’s because they haven’t read his body work. He thought about the world and its ways very profoundly. He knew and understood the human experience. There’s not a lot of that in poetry today. Too many poets, like too many artists, are so busy trying to be clever, or chic, or get noticed, they fail to realize, mundane acts and moments of life itself are often heart-breakingly intense.

 

YELLOW
Robert W. Service

 

One pearly day in early May I walked upon the sand

And saw, say half a mile away, a man with gun in hand.

A dog was cowering to his will as slow he sought to creep

Upon a dozen ducks so still they seemed to be asleep.

 

When like a streak the dog dashed out, the ducks flashed up in flight.

The fellow gave a savage shout and cursed with all his might.

Then as I stood somewhat amazed and gazed with eyes agog,

With bitter rage his gun he raised and blazed and shot the dog.

 

You know how dogs can yelp with pain;its blood soaked in the sand,

And yet it crawled to him again, and tried to lick his hand.

“Forgive me Lord for what I’ve done,” it seemed as if it said,

But once again he raised his gun — this time he shot it dead.

 

What could I do? What could I say? ‘Twas such a lonely place.

Tongue-tied I watched him stride away, I never saw his face.

I should have bawled the bastard out, a yellow dog he slew.

But worse, he proved beyond a doubt that – I was yellow too.

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