He did not wear his scarlet coat,
For blood and wine are red,
And blood and wine were on his hands
When they found him with the dead,
The poor dead woman whom he loved,
And murdered in her bed.

He walked amongst the Trial Men
In a suit of shabby grey;
A cricket cap was on his head,
And his step seemed light and gay;
But I never saw a man who looked
So wistfully at the day.

I never saw a man who looked
With such a wistful eye
Upon that little tent of blue
Which prisoners call the sky,
And at every drifting cloud that went
With sails of silver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
Within another ring,
And was wondering if the man had done
A great or little thing,
When a voice behind me whispered low,
“That fellows got to swing.”

Dear Christ! the very prison walls
Suddenly seemed to reel,
And the sky above my head became
Like a casque of scorching steel;
And, though I was a soul in pain,
My pain I could not feel.

I only knew what hunted thought
Quickened his step, and why
He looked upon the garish day
With such a wistful eye;
The man had killed the thing he loved
And so he had to die.
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Yet each man kills the thing he loves
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!

Og mer trengtes det ikke sies om den saken. Har vært en halvtravel dag i dag. I går var det hyttekveld, det var som alltid superkoselig, mye folk og mye dansing og god mat. Jeg hadde foretrekke å overnatte der oppe, men var nødt til å dra ned igjen om kvelden, siden jeg skulle opp på varetelling i dag tidlig. Klokken åtte. Der var jeg ferdig halv tolv, og pengene klinger i kassa. Klokka to møtte jeg Tina for å planlegge konserten på ni muser. Veldig greit å faktisk ha litt oversikt over bandet før man skal skru lyd for dem. Så gikk det med noen timer til leksearbeid, og så bar det bort på idrettsbygget for Rock’n'Roll trening. Trodde jeg. Men den var avlyst pga. NM i Swing og Rock’n'Roll, så jeg gikk ned på gammeldanstreningen i stedet og lærte å danse vals. Nyttig. Til slutt var det Swing. Masse folk som vanlig, og mye moro. Nå sitter jeg og gjør ferdig leksene til i morgen, ikke så mye igjen nå. “Lydcollage” er en fin ting, siden det kan være ca. hva som helst.  Og så lurer jeg litt på hva greia er. Ja, hva er greia egentlig?  

For what is a man, what has he got?
If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels,
And not the words of one who kneels.