W. Lloyd Garrison StandardVegetarian, non-resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian;Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhythm of Ingersoll.Carnivorous, avenger, believer and pagan.Continent, promiscuous, changeable, treacherous, vain,Proud, with the pride that makes struggle a thing for laughter;With heart cored out by the worm of theatric despair.Wearing the coat of indifference to hide the shame of defeat;I, child of the abolitionist idealism—A sort ofBrandin a birth of half-and-half.What other thing could happen when I defendedThe patriot scamps who burned the court houseThat Spoon River might have a new oneThan plead them guilty?When Kinsey Keene drove throughThe card-board mask of my life with a spear of light,What could I do but slink away, like the beast of myselfWhich I raised from a whelp, to a corner and growl?The pyramid of my life was nought but a dune,Barren and formless, spoiled at last by the storm.
Vegetarian, non-resistant, free-thinker, in ethics a Christian;Orator apt at the rhine-stone rhythm of Ingersoll.Carnivorous, avenger, believer and pagan.Continent, promiscuous, changeable, treacherous, vain,Proud, with the pride that makes struggle a thing for laughter;With heart cored out by the worm of theatric despair.Wearing the coat of indifference to hide the shame of defeat;I, child of the abolitionist idealism—A sort ofBrandin a birth of half-and-half.What other thing could happen when I defendedThe patriot scamps who burned the court houseThat Spoon River might have a new oneThan plead them guilty?When Kinsey Keene drove throughThe card-board mask of my life with a spear of light,What could I do but slink away, like the beast of myselfWhich I raised from a whelp, to a corner and growl?The pyramid of my life was nought but a dune,Barren and formless, spoiled at last by the storm.