Prison
Copyright (c) 1994, Mark Denslow
All rights reserved


prison

he held my wrists in his hands
like handcuffs
"Even if you do nothing wrong
you will go to hard-cold prison."
(why the endless crime?)
and this you did not deserve
this solitude only Jesus knew
so you dragged on your cigarette
bleeding blue and gray
all I remember is you dying
and me praying the Our Father

Copyright (c) 1993 - Mark Denslow

