Friday, May 29, 2015



    There are gates, doors,
    Passwords and coded locks.
    She has been locked away.
    I’ve called several times.
    Her nurses and guards
    Contend it is for her own good,
    She cries in the dark.

    She knew she must serve
    Her sentence, let them
    Find what had been concealed
    And take it away.  It was dark;
    Her room without comfort,
    And her mouth was dry.
    I called her nurse

    And bade her turn on a light,
    Give her a book, let Susan rinse
    Her mouth with water.  It isn’t
    Only her.  I’ve also been
    Judged, declared infirm
    From caring for her, and
    No time off for good behavior.

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