> START WRAPPING UP, shut the star-
> trap, the containment facility
> seething with suckered revenants;
>
> the patriot's heart or holding pen
> that circumscribes the unrelenting dead,
> true-born turned alien. Pending extradition
>
> go over prison notes, half-finished
> ethics, night-visiting songs; even the blazing
> Thames no earthly obstacle to love.
Though I suspect some more flesh could go beween the bars here,
I like it - the last stanza I find truly good.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
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