Well. gary, it ends at Easy laughter. It starts at the beginning, and I
think you need all up to manufactured fear and then skip to The world may
see walls ....easy laughter.
Thats my take on it.
SallyE
on 22/9/02 10:36 pm, Gary B at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> I want this shorter by the how escapes me at the moment. Thanks in
> advance.
>
> Gary
>
> Prisons Where We Find Them
>
> Memories and regrets
> do a prison make
> as if carved from granite and brass
> and laid in measured rows
> bedrock welded into living earth
> deeper than the Temple Mount.
>
> We are as restrained
> by the first weak recollections of childhood,
> single strands of immature thread,
> as from coils of hemp
> we craft from the debris of adult living
> that shackle us in gordonian hobbles
> of anxiety and manufactured fear.
>
> first unattended fall
> unexpected slap
> broken toy
> withheld gift
> sleight
>
> sand and ash to mortar dungeons dug
> by drunken rage
> broken bones and cracked skulls
> a death
> predictable cruelty
> discovery
>
> The world may see walls
> painted pink and sunflower yellow
> instead of penitentiary gray,
> and floors may be covered in blue berber
> instead of chipped linoleum;
> but we've built a prison
> inescapable as Alcatraz
> and hid the key behind quick smiles
> and easy laughter.
>
> All we can do now
> is to wait to see if the parole board
> believes in rehabilitation.
>
> Sept Suzanne and new Centrum at: http://gardawg.homestead.com/gardawg.html
>
> *New* Wild/Eliot Hyperpoem at: http://wildhyper.homestead.com/front.html
>
> Poets for Peace. ˇPoemas sí, balas no!
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