Shapes of Clay

The Widows of Ashur

Are loud in their wailing:

"No longer the 'masher'

Sees Widows of Ashur!"

So each is a lasher

Of Man's smallest failing.

The Widows of Ashur

Are loud in their wailing.

The Cave of Adullam,

That home of reviling—

No wooing can gull 'em

In Cave of Adullam.

No angel can lull 'em

To cease their defiling

The Cave of Adullam,

That home of reviling.

At men they are cursing—

The Widows of Ashur;

Themselves, too, for nursing

The men they are cursing.

The praise they're rehearsing

Of every slasher

At men. They are cursing

The Widows of Ashur.