A dolphin caught in thick fishing lines.
An ocean lacking a tide. A boat lacking
sails. A seagull lacking wings, a
feathered tail. No sense of direction.
An innocent prisoner.
50 Years. No chance of parole.
He's the dolphin, the ocean,
the boat, the flightless seagull.
Nowhere left to go. Running in place.
Staring confinement straight in the
calloused face.
A fisherman killing the free. An ocean
drowning a child. A boat sinking and
taking everyone down with it. A seagull
stealing a fish from a starving-to-death soul.
The guilty nomad.
A lifetime of walking chain-free.
These murderous hands
don't get to touch those
cold metal prison bars.
He's the fisherman, the ocean,
the boat, the selfish seagull.
Nowhere left to go. Running in place.
Living a life free, in the wrong name.
Staring this freedom mirage straight
in the calloused face.