For Bob (1958-2001)
when
life becomes
one long
prison sentence
all meaning
becomes
nothing
so Bob
took
his memories
and
a good strong
length of rope
and
quietly
s
l
i
p
p
e
d
thru
the bars
Copyright © Harry Rout | Year Posted 2007
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