I knew you were coming,
as I walked across the cell
still in chains
I knew you were crying,
as the guard called out three times
announcing your name
Your silence was deafening,
as my final meal
was delivered at last
The time intensifying,
the markings on the wall
—killing the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
In Search Of My Own
I traveled from Essex
to the kingdom of Wales
in search of a family tree
And passing a cobbler
I then was reminded
what these shoes really mean to me
I’ve walked and I’ve walked
and I’ve searched and I’ve searched,
for a name more than mine on loan
And through leather worn thin
these sparse clothes that I’m in
will walk to China in search of my own
(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
Left To Brew
The daylight hid from the nighttime
like a rabbit from the fox
As the sun ran through my memory
freeing moments that were locked
With twilight came a foretelling
and its darkness swearing true
But a light still burns inside me
—from a promise left to brew
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2018)