Threenody: O Central! My Central!

by J.R.

A threnody is a poem of remembrance.

A Threenody is a poem of goodbye that parodies a much better poem.

With help from Walt Whitman, the Chicago Blackhawks, St. Louis Blues and Nashville Predators say goodbye to the Central Division.

Walt_Whitman_edit_2O Central! My Central! our fearful trip is done;
The ‘Hawks have weather’d, still are Black, the prize they sought is won;
The playoffs near, the Wild fear, the people all exulting,
While fellow Toews, our steady keel; the Kaner, grim and daring:

But O Central! Central! Central!
O the bleeding wings of red,
Where on the deck the Jackets lie,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Central! my Central! rise up and hear the Blues;
Rise up—for you the seed is fourth—for you the bugle trills;
For you, Backes, the roast’d rats—for you, J. Schwartz, a-crowding;
For you they call, Jay Bouwmeester, their eager towel turning;

O Central! dear division!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some differences of the clock,
That’s killed you, cold and dead.

The Predators do not answer, their season pale and still;
Their offense cold not fill the goal, it had no pulse nor will;
But their draft pick anchor’d safe and sound: it’s fourth or fifth or first.
From fearful year, the lotto slip, could still be first pick won.

Exult, Blackhakws, and ring, O Blues!
And you, the cheerful Preds,
Walk the deck, your Central lies,

Fallen cold and dead.