You felons on trial in courts

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Walt Whitman (1819 – 1892)

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 trottoirs or obscene in your rooms,

Who am I that I should call you more obscene than myself?

O culpable! I acknowledge – I expose!

( 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 run,

Lusts and wickedness are acceptable to me,

I walk with delinquents with passionate love,

I feel I am one of them – I belong to those convicts and prostitutes myself,

And henceforth I will not deny them – for how can I deny myself?

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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One Response to You felons on trial in courts

  1. praise me says:

    My sentiments exactly.

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