The Observation Ward

Liar! She looked in my honest eyes as they look in the eyes of men ,
And told me her mother had pushed her down and her stepfather kicked her then!
Tale of Ill-treatment told by her sex since civilization begun —
The Staring Lie, the Brazen Lie — the hysterical lie of the Hun!

No light save the lights in the yard beneath the clustering lights of the Lord —
And the lights turned into the window slits of the Observation Ward.
(They eat their meat with their fingers here in a madness starved and dull —
O the padded cells and the — O-b-s — are nearly always full.)

— What are you doing One Hundred and Four? — — O I'm doing Five Years Hard,
And a year to go. — So we whispered low, two by two in the yard. . . .
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