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You Felons on Trial in Courts.

Part of the cluster AUTUMN RIVULETS.


YOU felons on trial in courts, You convicts in prison-cells, you sentenced assassins chain'd and  
 handcuff'd with iron,
Who am I too that I am not on trial or in prison? Me ruthless and devilish as any, that my wrists are not chain'd  
 with iron, or my ankles with iron?
You prostitutes flaunting over the trottoirs or obscene in your  
Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?
  [ begin page 299 ]ppp.01663.305.jpg O culpable! I acknowledge—I exposé! (O admirers, praise not me—compliment not me—you make  
 me wince,
I see what you do not—I know what you do not.)
Inside these breast-bones I lie smutch'd and choked, Beneath this face that appears so impassive hell's tides continually  
Lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me, I walk with delinquents with passionate love, I feel I am of them—I belong to those convicts and prostitutes  
And henceforth I will not deny them—for how can I deny myself?

Part of the cluster AUTUMN RIVULETS.

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