Graduation
Victor
Manning wept from the pain in his arms and legs. For ten hours
he'd labored on a chain gang.
Tomorrow he thought he would sit in his cell staring at the bars
and walls until the pleasure of the pain eased. It was the first
time in months that he got away from his cell.
He learned that writing to the Congressman, Brad Thomason, about
the prison's cruelty only made everyone in the system angry and
he was the one who'd suffered. It wasn't the first time.
He was a slow learner, which explained why he was caught stealing
twice before.
"I must have wanted to get caught," Victor said. "But,
I know better now. Prison is a school from which I'll be graduating
soon."
Victor wept again, this time from the sore muscles in his head.
-Dan Buck
Whose
grave is this?...
Crazed as a wild boar in mortal strife,
He's smile on you as he spilled your life.
Cymric gansta rap from the 13th c. |
Never
draw your dirk,
when a blow will do it.
Scottish Proverb
|
Bap
The gun rang like a telephone
and Terry Bloth's worst friend died. And, when the cops were through,
they arrested Terry and his best friend Sam McDonnel. For two
months they sat in prison beside evil men, before there was a
break in the case and the psychology of Sally Worth. Without saying
I'm sorry the police released the two men, whose lives were ruined
by the time they'd spent in jail.
And, the next time there was
a ring of gun fire, it was Terry and Sam killing men and women
who weren't concerned about their lives. Then, when the police
arrived, the two men shot up their flesh, adding two more bags
to the mess that'd become their lives.
-Dan Buck
rabbit illustration
by Paul Littell