The Night I Spent In Jail
THE NIGHT I SPENT IN JAIL
A dead man’s funeral
Procession blocks my path
For how long we
Have both sat
Still
He in coffin
Me in cell
Wondering where my twelve
Hours overnight
Went to time’s reaper
A night incarcerated
To stop for death
Out of respect
I quietly await my release
Not him
Not them
Lost in coffins
Built in war
~
DBrown Fisher
© March 2003
-written after I was released from arrest in Austin, Texas at peaceful protest concern my observations of abuse of legitimate information sources to convince United States of America to launch an unprovoked attack on another country’s citizenry.
