Showing posts with label The Prisoners. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Prisoners. Show all posts

Monday, December 29, 2008

We shared reprieving Hidden Words revealed by the Godlike imprisoned One, whose crime was truth.

Poem for today:

The Prisoners by Robert Hayden
Steel doors – guillotine gates –
of the doorless house closed massively.
We were locked in with loss.

Guards frisked us, marked our wrists,
then let us into the drab Rec Hall –
splotched green walls, high windows barred –

where the dispossessed awaited us.
Hands intimate with knife and pistol,
hands that had cruelly grasped and throttled

clasped ours in welcome. I sensed the plea
of men denied: Believe us human
like yourselves, who but for Grace ...

We shared reprieving Hidden Words
revealed by the Godlike imprisoned
One, whose crime was truth.

And I read poems I hoped were true.
It's like you been there, brother, been there,
the scarred young lifer said.