Alcatraz Two: The goal of
silence
Eyes focused on fresh
bars,
Replaced because of
rust,
I smell the saintly
salty air
And hear
gulls squawking
Steady against the irregular
tide
And
wakes of boats.
Another
escape attempt last
Night. Sirens drowned out cries
Of men, and we were pulled
From sleep to make sure
We hadn't left heads fashioned
From
wood.
That's how they did it, I hear--
Men taking time to
carve
Crude
constructions of selves
In the same room where men
Chop off fingers for a change
Of
scenery.
Hope springs eternal,
Like
rivers,
blood, and
lava.
But it's quiet again today,
No word on the return of anyone-
I only think of them reaching
Shore, off this island onto land,
Able to run away from
constant
Crashing waves and
songs of gulls.
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