Some parts of speech are harder to draw

and yet to be really happy

beaten

and beaten

I must say my three lines

and wait beside the machinery

firing like a mind

watching

a fellow inmate run

cantering in that prison

without walls

forgiveness an insider

and has rascalled its steel

a disorder that tells you

when shadow rings

it destroys

is adolescent

says come out of the darkness

though from this angle I can’t tell

whether it’s the wind fussing its level

or I’m good at being a man

and what that would mean