The Convict
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The Convict Author(s): David Morton Source: Poetry, Vol. 15, No. 5 (Feb., 1920), p. 257 Published by: Poetry Foundation Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572474 . Accessed: 22/05/2014 01:18 Your use of the JSTOR archive indicates your acceptance of the Terms & Conditions of Use, available at . http://www.jstor.org/page/info/about/policies/terms.jsp . JSTOR is a not-for-profit service that helps scholars, researchers, and students discover, use, and build upon a wide range of content in a trusted digital archive. We use information technology and tools to increase productivity and facilitate new forms of scholarship. For more information about JSTOR, please contact [email protected]. . Poetry Foundation is collaborating with JSTOR to digitize, preserve and extend access to Poetry. http://www.jstor.org This content downloaded from 193.104.110.60 on Thu, 22 May 2014 01:18:32 AM All use subject to JSTOR Terms and Conditions
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The ConvictAuthor(s): David MortonSource: Poetry, Vol. 15, No. 5 (Feb., 1920), p. 257Published by: Poetry FoundationStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20572474 .
Accessed: 22/05/2014 01:18
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David Morton
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Grave-diggers are a cheerful lot: "Fine mornin', sir," he said.
I fancied that a murmur waked Among the listening dead.
"Fine mornin' up above," word passed From each to each below.
I'm glad the digger spoke out loud; I think they like to know.
THE CONVICT
This then was the wage of hate: Making shoes for men to wear
Men still free to walk or wait In the sun and air.
It was hate that sent him here: Words . . . a knife . . . a heavy form . . .
Sudden silence . . . . and a fear At something wet and warm.
That was all so far away Strange to think that he could feel
Fear or lust or hate that day! Only shoes were real.
David Morton
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