September 3, 2012 (I was 67)
Chained Linkage
Walking in the shadow of chain link fence
bordering the perimeter of the park
separated from a culvert ditch
and another fence on its opposite bank
vision grounded narrowly ahead
it is not difficult to fathom a prison yard
It is not difficult to call up crimes
in my life of criminal behaviors
for which many in this world would
incarcerate and torture my infidelity
I have believed in the wrong religion
I have believed in no religion
I own banned books
I foster conspiracy theories
I have discussed crimes my government commits
I am aware of crimes my government commits
(and I tell no one)
I don’t pledge allegiance
I have pledged allegiance
I have trafficked in contraband
I don’t care who marries whom
I’ve been divorced
I remarried
I own property
I eat the wrong meat
(with the wrong hand)
I don’t cover my head
I am unaware of what it takes to save myself
Yet here I am on the park side of the fence
On the park side of the fence
walking in the shadow of chain link
is the only sentence I serve
for the crimes I share with others
the other side of my fence
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