Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Jesus Hopped the A Train: Poem for Angel

Jesus Hopped the A train

Angel's hands are shaking,
the gaurd can smell his fear,
now that he's giving him
the body language that says:
I am afraid, I am obediant.

He does'nt go outside anymore,
He hates the sun, his body is
lacking the vitamin D that it craves
The gaurd offered him the sun,
Angel wants no part of charity

There are no lawyers in this
cell, no hope of escape, no chance
for tomorrow. No need for the
sun, when there is no tomorrow.

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