The Mother's Son
"Fairy Kist"
- I have a dream—a dreadful dream—
- A dream that is never done.
- I watch a man go out of his mind,
- And he is My Mother's Son.
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- They pushed him into a Mental Home,
- And that is like the grave:
- For they do not let you sleep upstairs,
- And you aren't allowed to shave.
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- And it was not disease or crime
- Which got him landed there,
- But because They laid on My Mother's Son
- More than a man could bear.
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- What with noise, and fear of death,
- Waking, and wounds and cold,
- They filled the Cup for My Mother's Son
- Fuller than it could hold.
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- They broke his body and his mind
- And yet They made him live,
- And They asked more of My Mother's Son
- Than any man could give.
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- For, just because he had not died,
- Nor been discharged nor sick,
- They dragged it out with My Mother's Son
- Longer than he could stick....
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- And no one knows when he'll get well—
- So, there he'll have to be:
- And, 'spite of the beard in the looking-glass,
- I know that man is me!
- --oOo-- -