The poem
(Retold in Rhyme)
They threw him in a prison cell; He moaned upon his bed. And when he crept from coils of hell: "Last night you killed," they said.
"last night in drunken rage you slew A being brave with breath; A radiant soul, because of you Lies dark in death."
"last night I killed," he moaned distraught, "When I was wild with wine; I slew, and I remember naught . . . O Mother, Mother mine!
"To what unbridled rage may lead You taught me at your knew. Why did I not your warning heed . . . And now - the gallows tree.
"O Mother, Mother, come to me, For I am sore distrest, And I would kneel beside your knee And weep upon your breast. . . ."
They stared at him; their lips were dumb, Their eyes tear filled; Then spoke the Priest: "She cannot come . . . 'Twas she you killed."
Wow...this poem is chilling. I realy love this poem and I can't believe no one else has commented on it yet. I stumbled upon it a few months ago and had to track it down to read it again. It is well written and the dialect seems very appropriate for this poem. Again it is chilling when you read that very last line, I didn't see it coming. Keep writing and maybe some day I'll be buying your book of poems lol.