Friday, September 9, 2011

Criminal Reform

What of breath
of breadth?

Have we no song to sing
Have we no shared remembrance
Of dreams held loosely
Tied to wishes and love

Have we only this cold stone
rolled between fingers
and fallen to the quarry
masked by so many


Like us.

So far gone
Ever removed
Ever halted
Hardened by

. . . life.

An innocence you can't return
Non-refundable aftermath

Orange suits and stale bread
Stale breath
eventual death

Sentenced for an act
never committed
Committed to white walls
and paper shoes.

Reform the criminal,
before the criminal reforms you.

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