03 October 2009



This is more than punishment
there’s no relief, bones bared
will shatter easy echoed clean
purgatory’s superior, at least
a chance to expiate and win a
place in Heaven; here callous
stasis maims mobility only
graven silence imitates

If you knew just how you
sentenced me I’d reason to
progress beyond conjecture
set in stone; it is more comfort
than not knowing whether you
saw thus before surrender
© 31 July 2009, I. D. Carswell