The Ballad of Bucky Barnes

There was a boy, an orphaned son,
his name was Bucky Barnes,
the army trained him how to kill
unseen with fists and arms.

The Captain of America,
a man who wears a mask.
This Steven Rogers found our Boy,
would Bucky join he asked.

The Boy, his soul is lost at sea,
his heart eternal rage.
How does he do “impossible?”
He pays the Captain’s wage.

The Captain and his Bucky Barnes
went off to win the war.
When Baron Zemo set a trap
our Bucky died off shore.

The Boy, his soul is lost at sea,
his heart eternal rage.
How does he do “impossible?”
He pays the Captain’s wage.

Then Stalin found his lifeless corpse
and brought him back to life.
The gave the Boy a new left arm
and turned him into strife.

The Winter Soldier now his name,
our Bucky Barnes was gone.
They set him loose upon the West
a weapon he’d become.

The Boy, his soul is lost at sea,
His heart eternal rage.
How does he do “impossible?”
He pays the Captain’s wage.

When Stalin fell, he had no home,
his mindless corpse was left
into the hands of Hitler’s man,
no longer was adrift.

Upon a mission in the States
the Captain did he fight.
They fought over the cosmic cube
which made his mem’ries right.

The Boy, his soul is lost at sea,
his heart eternal rage.
How does he do “impossible?”
He pays the Captain’s wage.

His soul was wracked with rage and guilt,
his friend he could not see.
But then the Civil War did come,
Alone, again, was he.

When Steven Rogers gave his life
his mission can’t be done.
And in a letter to our Boy:
“The Captain must live on.”

The Boy, his soul is lost at sea,
his heart eternal rage.
How does he do “impossible?”
He pays the Captain’s wage.

When Bucky wore the cowl and shield
the anger went away.
He found his purpose in the world
this Captain was to stay.

And when the time to wield the shield
Was over and complete,
our Bucky Barnes put down the shield
for Super Solidering.

The Boy, his soul was lost at sea,
his heart eternal rage.
How did he do “impossible?”
He paid the Captain’s wage.

And now the question that must be
addressed by you and me:
Someone must wear the cowl and shield,
the Captain will she be?

This story of our Bucky Barnes
is just like yours and mine:
like Winter Soldiers we are lost,
our purpose we must find.

In life, our souls are lost at sea,
our hearts eternal rage.
How do we do “impossible?”
We pay the Captain’s wage.

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~ by hankimler on February 23, 2015.

2 Responses to “The Ballad of Bucky Barnes”

  1. I love the buildup. I love the subject matter you used to illustrate the point of introspection in the final stanza. A very creative poem here!

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