IN THE DOCK
PALLID, mis-shapen he stands. The world's grimed thumb,Now hooked securely in his matted hair,Has haled him struggling from his poisonous slumAnd flung him mute as fish close-netted there.His bloodless hands entalon that iron rail.He gloats in beastlike trance. His settling eyesFrom staring face to face rove on—and quail.Justice for carrion pants; and these the flies.Voice after voice in smooth impartial droneErects horrific in his darkening brainA timber framework, where agape, aloneBright life will kiss good-bye the cheek of Cain.Sudden like wolf he cries; and sweats to seeWhen howls man's soul, it howls inaudibly.
PALLID, mis-shapen he stands. The world's grimed thumb,Now hooked securely in his matted hair,Has haled him struggling from his poisonous slumAnd flung him mute as fish close-netted there.His bloodless hands entalon that iron rail.He gloats in beastlike trance. His settling eyesFrom staring face to face rove on—and quail.Justice for carrion pants; and these the flies.Voice after voice in smooth impartial droneErects horrific in his darkening brainA timber framework, where agape, aloneBright life will kiss good-bye the cheek of Cain.Sudden like wolf he cries; and sweats to seeWhen howls man's soul, it howls inaudibly.
PALLID, mis-shapen he stands. The world's grimed thumb,Now hooked securely in his matted hair,Has haled him struggling from his poisonous slumAnd flung him mute as fish close-netted there.His bloodless hands entalon that iron rail.He gloats in beastlike trance. His settling eyesFrom staring face to face rove on—and quail.Justice for carrion pants; and these the flies.Voice after voice in smooth impartial droneErects horrific in his darkening brainA timber framework, where agape, aloneBright life will kiss good-bye the cheek of Cain.Sudden like wolf he cries; and sweats to seeWhen howls man's soul, it howls inaudibly.
PALLID, mis-shapen he stands. The world's grimed thumb,
Now hooked securely in his matted hair,
Has haled him struggling from his poisonous slum
And flung him mute as fish close-netted there.
His bloodless hands entalon that iron rail.
He gloats in beastlike trance. His settling eyes
From staring face to face rove on—and quail.
Justice for carrion pants; and these the flies.
Voice after voice in smooth impartial drone
Erects horrific in his darkening brain
A timber framework, where agape, alone
Bright life will kiss good-bye the cheek of Cain.
Sudden like wolf he cries; and sweats to see
When howls man's soul, it howls inaudibly.