It was the blue & plain ones. I forget all that.

My own clouds darkening hung.

Besides, it wasn’t serious.

They took them in different rooms & fed them lies.

‘She admitted you wanted to get rid of it.’

‘He told us he told you to.’

The Force, with its rapists con-men murderers,

has been our Pride (trust Henry) eighty years;—

now Teddy was hard on.

Still the tradition persists, beat up, beat on,

take, take. Frame. Get set; cover up.

The Saturday confessions are really something.

Here was there less or nothing in question but horror.

She left his brother’s son two minutes but—

as I say I forget that—

during the time he drowned. The laundry lived

and they lived, uncharged, and went their ways apart

with the blessing of the N.Y. Police Force.