Is Prison

 

 

Every blow of this hammer

Is prison
Is prison

Every drop of blood I sweat
Every drop of sweat I bleed
Is prison
Is prison

Every saw-toothed blade that dulls
And the hurried sound of toiling
Is prison

This man’s only vantage is soul and spirit
Whilst the cold elements of steel and slavery

Is prison
Is prison

Published: New Voices in American Poetry
Vantage Press Inc. New York, First Edition 1990, pg. 291
ISBN 0-533-09451-8

Written by Stack Jones
© Copyright 2010

 

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