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Prisoner

He has nothing now,
the parlors of sin are unforgiving. The only
father I have had will sleep upon a bible,
by the light of a forgotten hallway. The men
smell of old memories and darkness, their faces
are numbers. 01-23-099, 01-23-100, 01-23-101,
forever.

God visits his cell,
stretches his arm out eight feet
to the window as small as a human eye,
but the only father I have ever had will not
see him. Who can?

I do not believe in God, do you?
My only father hung himself and it
ended up in the news. He died, he was
awoken, and now he is dead again.

Posted 08/27/10
Unpublished.
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