i carefully began a poem about the serene cloud which hung over the prominent hoodoo finger rock like a doughnut , and i remembered that i had been in the backyard of gumms house and yes , anna henry had shown up and complained about her mother and poncho villa , and father called that hoodoo draculas castle , and i considered every word of that poem to such an extent that in the end the cloud poem felt leaden , dead like a burden .