Counting the Mad

Counting the Mad Authors note: this is a short response to the poem Counting the Mad by Donald Justice. “This one thought himself a bird” wishing he could be free, to fly around with no rules. “This one a dog” running a high speeds, ears flapping in the wind. “and this one thought himself a man, An ordinary man.” No flying, or running through the wind. “And he cried and cried No No No No. All day long.” The man is sad. being ordinary with rules to stick too. He can never be free like all of those majestic animals. For that reasons he cries.