One night at John’s. I hadn’t fed all day.
It was a shrewish winter night, and rainy.
John found me out and swore. I said I’d pay
Next afternoon, or die—he said I’d die....
O, I was longing for a place to lie!...
He pushed me to the door and opened it,
His stinking arm was smothered round my face,
And then I raged and swung my crutch and hit,
He only laughed and knocked me into space.
When I came to, Joe Cluer bathed my head,