This Is For The Prisoners
And turn all your lies in
You will know that they have been watching you
and your cell is the three-fourth century of your life
Your cigar is a symbol for shadow
And your shadow your only friend
Inside it you will be shattered
By the swing of light from noon to night
I am afar. I am writing.
The kittens are asleep, you will be, too
And the justices that the country bows for
Know nothing.
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