poem from the 1969 Bonnie and Clyde film…
You've heard the story of Jesse James
Of how he lived and died
If you're still in need
Of something to read
Here's the story of Bonnie and Clyde.
Now Bonnie and Clyde are the Barrow gang
I'm sure you all have read
How they rob and steal
And those who squeal
Are usually found dyin' or dead.
They call them cold-hearted killers
They say they are heartless and mean
But I say this with pride
That I once knew Clyde
When he was honest and upright and clean.
But the laws fooled around
Kept takin' him down
And lockin' him up in a cell
Till he said to me: "I'll never be free
So I'll meet a few of them in Hell."
If a policeman is killed in Dallas
And they have no clue to guide
If they can't find a fiend
They just wipe their slate clean
And hang it on Bonnie and Clyde
If they try to act like citizens
And rent them a nice little flat
About the third night
They're invited to fight
By a sub-guns' rat-a-tat-tat.
Some day, they'll go down together
They'll bury them side by side
To a few, it'll be grief
To the law, a relief
But it's death for Bonnie and Clyde.
The ending sequence where Bonnie and Clyde meet their demise is among my favorites in cinema history. They’re riding in a car, Bonnie pulls out a pear, takes a bite, and then offers it to Clyde, and he bites from the same spot, very Adam and Eve like. That sharing of the fruit, that symbolic sharing of fate is just such a romantic, poetic moment (given the context of what will befall them). After the pear, they stop along the side of the road to help someone they think to be their friend, but he’s really a traitor setting them up for the cops. As soon as Clyde gets out of the car, a flock of birds flutter away from the scene, as if they sense the imminent danger. The cops burst out of the bushes with tommy guns and unload what seems like a million rounds in them - an ultra violent death for ultra violent people. I’m not too violent of a man myself, and I’m not particularly looking forward to death, but if I had to pick a way to leave this world, the Bonnie and Clyde route of going down in a barrage of fire with the woman I love is probably in my top desirable deaths, right after spontaneous combustion.