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Why should we do this What good is it to us Above all	A
how can we do such a thing How can it possibly be done	B
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Freud	C
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My name is James A Wright and I was born	D
Twenty five miles from this infected grave	E
In Martins Ferry Ohio where one slave	E
To Hazel Atlas Glass became my father	F
He tried to teach me kindness I return	G
Only in memory now aloof unhurried	H
To dead Ohio where I might lie buried	H
Had I not run away before my time	I
Ohio caught George Doty Clean as lime	I
His skull rots empty here Dying's the best	J
Of all the arts men learn in a dead place	K
I walked here once I made my loud display	L
Leaning for language on a dead man's voice	M
Now sick of lies I turn to face the past	N
I add my easy grievance to the rest	J
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Doty if I confess I do not love you	O
Will you let me alone I burn for my own lies	P
The nights electrocute my fugitive	Q
My mind I run like the bewildered mad	R
At St Clair Sanitarium who lurk	S
Arch and cunning under the maple trees	T
Pleased to be playing guilty after dark	U
Staring to bed they croon self lullabies	P
Doty you make me sick I am not dead	V
I croon my tears at fifty cents per line	W
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Idiot he demanded love from girls	X
And murdered one Also he was a thief	Y
He left two women and a ghost with child	Z
The hair foul as a dog's upon his head	V
Made such revolting Ohio animals	A2
Fitter for vomit than a kind man's grief	Y
I waste no pity on the dead that stink	B2
And no love's lost between me and the crying	C2
Drunks of Belaire Ohio where police	D2
Kick at their kidneys till they die of drink	B2
Christ may restore them whole for all of me	E2
Alive and dead those giggling muckers who	O
Saddled my nighmares thirty years ago	F2
Can do without my widely printed sighing	C2
Over their pains with paid sincerity	E2
I do not pity the dead I pity the dying	C2
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I pity myself because a man is dead	V
If Belmont County killed him what of me	E2
His victims never loved him Why should we	E2
And yet nobody had to kill him either	F
It does no good to woo the grass to veil	G2
The quicklime hole of a man's defeat and shame	H2
Nature lovers are gone To hell with them	I2
I kick the clods away and speak my name	H2
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This grave's gash festers Maybe it will heal	J2
When all are caught with what they had to do	O
In fear of love when every man stands still	K2
By the last sea	E2
And the princes of the sea come down	L2
To lay away their robes to judge the earth	M2
And its dead and we dead stand undefended everywhere	N2
And my bodies father and child and unskilled criminal	O2
Ridiculously kneel to bare my scars	P2
My sneaking crimes to God's unpitying stars	P2
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Staring politely they will not mark my face	K
From any murderer's buried in this place	K
Why should they We are nothing but a man	Q2
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Doty the rapist and the murderer	F
Sleeps in a ditch of fire and cannot hear	R2
And where in earth or hell's unholy peace	D2
Men's suicides will stop God knows not I	S2
Angels and pebbles mock me under trees	T
Earth is a door I cannot even face	K
Order be damned I do not want to die	S2
Even to keep Belaire Ohio safe	T2
The hackles on my neck are fear not grief	Y
Open dungeon Open roof of the ground	U2
I hear the last sea in the Ohio grass	V2
Heaving a tide of gray disastrousness	V2
Wrinkles of winter ditch the rotted face	V2
Of Doty killer imbecile and thief	Y
Dirt of my flesh defeated underground	U2

James Arlington Wright

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