01 February 2009

the unknown prisoner

the one-cell lock-up next the village square

must boil at noon and drive the inmate mad

his voice is loud although the tone is sad

but not a one who passes seems to care

just one more sound in heavy midday air

red seam on black will show itself not glad

and no one wonders just what choice he had

while portly sergeant might look out and glare

you wait for court-day does not fall this week

though custos might stop by to use the phone

and compliment the lowly rank and file

the man who's in the box has no mystique

though close to people he's the most alone

with words that hurt and curse hate and revile

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