Prison Teacher

Winter’s olden, damn-dawn fog–

Teacher glow’ring ‘mid the bog.

Earthen eyes at soulless stares:

Inmates fastened to school chairs.

Stare I back, heart stake at stanchion;

God has stated His injunction.

Do that deed I dare not mention–

Face His dread eternal truncheon.

Note: I found this deep in some records from an especially dark day at work. It may be 18 months old. I mean the good Lord no ill will. In fact, I don’t quite understand what my meaning was. Comments would be, in this entry’s case, most welcome.

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