Killing The Past

I knew you were coming,

  as I walked across the cell

  still in chains

 

I knew you were crying,

  as the guard called out three times

  announcing your name

 

Your silence was deafening,

  as my final meal

  was delivered at last

 

The time intensifying,

  the markings on the wall

   —killing the past

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)

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