A Note Left In Jimmy Leonard's Shack by James Wright
Near the dry river's water-mark we found Your brother Minnegan, Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground. Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green, Told me to find you, even if the rain, And tell you he was drowned.
I hid behind the chassis on the bank, The wreck of someone's Ford: I was afraid to come and wake you drunk: You told me once the waking up was hard, The daylight beating at you like a board. Blood in my stomach sank.
Beside, you told him never to go out Along the river-side Drinking and singing, clattering about. You might have thrown a rock at me and cried I was to blame, I let him fall in the road And pitch down on his side.
Well, I'll get hell enough when I get home For coming up this far, Leaving the note, and running as I came. I'll go and tell my father where you are. You'd better go find Minnegan before Policemen hear and come.
Beany went home, and I got sick and ran, You old son of a bitch. You better hurry down to Minnegan; He's drunk or dying now, I don't know which, Rolled in the roots and garbage like a fish, The poor old man.