On Being Released From Jail
so you go up to the thick armoured glass
and give up the next hour to questions
which wind around your throat like a
moat
"are you or have you ever been", and your
pants,twin towers of Babel,keep you standing
like the towers that demolished hope
for so many...and the face looks at you
but with no eyes
and his pen drags you along like Ben Hur
and leaves a blood trail in the section titled
"prisoner's comments"...and he tries to trip
you up with the bible or another lie
and it's all OK...until they call your name
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