Pome on Doctor Sax - Anna Domino

Dr Sax the master knower of

Easter was now reduced to penury

And looking at Stained glass windows

In old churches-His only 2

Last friends in life, this impossibly

Hard life no matter under what

Conditions it appears, where Bela

Lugosi and Boris Karloff, who visited

Him annually in his room on 3rd Street

And cut thru the fogs of evening with

Their heads bent as the bells of St Simon

Tolled a heartbroken «Kathleen» across

The rooftops of old hotels where similar old

Men like Doctor Sax sat bent headed

On beds of woe with prayerbeads between

Their feet, Oh moaning, homes for

Lost pigeons or time’s immemorial

White dove

Of the roses

Of the unborn

Astonished bliss-

And there they’d sit in the little

Room, Sax on the edge of the bed with a

Bottle of rotgut Tokay in his hand, Bela

In the rocking chair, Boris standing by

The sink---

And then Sax wd always say

«Please play the monster for me» and of course

The old actors, who loved him dearly and came to

See him for human tender sentimentality not

Monstrous reasons protested but he always

Got drunk and cried so that Boris first had

To get up and extend his arms do

Frankenstein go uck!

then Bela

Wd stand and arm cape and leer and

Approach Sax, who squealed