I buried my father in my heart. Now he grows in me, my strange son,. my little root who won’t drink milk,. little pale foot sunk in unheard-of night,. little clock spring newly wet. in the fire, little grape, parent to the future. wine, a son the fruit of his own son,. little father I ransom with my life. Which structure is used in this excerpt from the poem “Little Father”?A) haiku B) free verse C) iambic D) ode