Confined to a hole in the stone wall
There’s too many offenders on this wall
Wasting my existence in sally ports
The horde are escorted
Single file they said
Stop talking they said
You can’t go home they said
I’m low on flags
During the light hours all the bloodthirsty merge
Vexation
Astriction
Preaching, complaining, gambling
Problem Child foresees yet I’m impecunious
The observers are watching us of course
There’s measures for protection
But nobody outside cares
The sharp pain in my side
Gushing
On the ground leaking
John Putignano 