Between the bars, and like an age

The hours are long to-night.

The sky is like a heavy lid

Out here beyond the door to-night.

What’s that? A mutter down the street.

What’s that? The sound of yells and feet

For what you didn’t do or did

You’ll pay the score to-night.

No use to reek with reddened sweat,

No use to whimper and to sweat.