litter of powder-parcels
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The husky voices of the two or three officers yet fit for duty,
Formless stacks of bodies and bodies by themselves, dabs of
flesh upon the masts and spars,
Cut of cordage, dangle of rigging, slight shock of the soothe
of waves,
Black and impassive guns, litter of powder-parcels, strong
scent,
A few large stars overhead, silent and mournful shining,
Delicate sniffs of sea-breeze, smells of sedgy grass and fields
by the shore, death-messages given in charge to survivors, The hiss of the surgeon’s knife, the gnawing teeth of his saw,
Wheeze, cluck, swash of falling blood, short wild scream, and
long, dull, tapering groan,
These so, these irretrievable. 37 You laggards there on guard! look to your arms!
In at the conquer’d doors they crowd! I am possess’d!
Embody all presences outlaw’d or suffering,
See myself in prison shaped like another man,
And feel the dull unintermitted pain,
For me the keepers of convicts shoulder their carbines and
keep watch,
It is I let out in the morning and barr’d at night. Not a mutineer walks handcuff’d to jail but I am handcuff’d
to him and walk by his side,
(I am less the jolly one there, and more the silent one with
sweat on my twitching lips.) Not a youngster is taken for larceny but I go up too, and am
tried and sentenced. Not a cholera patient lies at the last gasp but I also lie at the
last gasp,
My face is ash-color’d, my sinews gnarl, away from me
people retreat. Askers embody themselves in me and I am embodied in
them,
I project my hat, sit shame-faced, and beg. 38 Enough! enough! enough!
Somehow I have been stunn’d. Stand back!
Give me a little time beyond my cuff’d head, slumbers,
dreams, gaping,
I discover myself on the verse of a usual mistake. That I could forget the mockers and insults!
That I could forget the trickling tears and the blows of the
bludgeons and hammers!
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