I cant fined i coppy of the poem strongman by tony curtis can someone please help?

Answer 1

a strongman you say.

home from work would stetch his arms

and hang his five sons on them

turning like a roundabout.

a carpenter who could punch nails

into wood with his clenched fist,

chest like a barrel with a neck

that was like holding onto a tree.

in the final hour

your hands between the sheets

to lift him to the lavatory

slipped under a frame of bones like plywood.

no trouble - he said. no trouble dad -

you said. and he died in the cradle of your arms.