To Forever Amend

Trapped in the meter,

a prisoner of rhyme

 

My spirit indicted,

destroyer of time

 

A minstrels disciple,

epistle in hand

 

The sound and the rhythm,

my souls contraband

 

New couplets my jailer,

their sentences terse

 

The key to their freedom,

locked deep in the verse

 

And serving in silence,

chalk marks on the wall

 

I listen intently,

for one voice to call

 

Awaiting its pardon,

this conviction will end

 

My words liberated

—to forever amend

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

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