look at the vagabond
see that his ears are cropped
ask was it yesterday his feet
were locked in the stocks
ask was it last week he couldn’t
pull his head nor his hands from the pillory
say tell me stranger
was it a month ago the good people
of wittenburg threw offal at you
smell that he’s putrid
ask if under the wool of his doublet
the once white linen of his smock is slashed
with dried blood ask if he was whipped
ask if for the hours of the night
or if for years of a long dark he was
fettered in the dungeon under job’s castle1
look that his eyes blink against daylight
or that it’s his terrors that blink his eyes say
to the man who walks the world alone
return with me to the town
i’ll give you a company to walk with
and a regiment to walk with the company
1. Kloden Castle, about 30 miles from Wittenberg: In the late 16th century it was owned and the home of Jobst Kanne of the noble family of Kanne.
look at the vagabond
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