Prison Guard
On the graveyard shift last night
one of the lifers was getting moved
from his cell by three guards.
His hands were cuffed in front
and his feet were shackled.
The prisoner still managed to fight three hacks
and hurt one of them badly.
When the morning guard came on duty,
with his coffee and egg sandwich in a brown paper bag,
he strolled past the lifer, chained, spread-eagled against the bars,
buck naked.
The guard sat down at the table where they all ate,
his fresh coffee from the deli still piping hot.
It was a good breakfast.
one of the lifers was getting moved
from his cell by three guards.
His hands were cuffed in front
and his feet were shackled.
The prisoner still managed to fight three hacks
and hurt one of them badly.
When the morning guard came on duty,
with his coffee and egg sandwich in a brown paper bag,
he strolled past the lifer, chained, spread-eagled against the bars,
buck naked.
The guard sat down at the table where they all ate,
his fresh coffee from the deli still piping hot.
It was a good breakfast.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
by Michael Domino
