AN ODE TO MY JAILED FRIEND by Godfrey Mutiso Gorry
The spirits' face is a black hole
Swallowing the celestial beauty
Of the stars.
The sentinel is crouched
Subsumed in seething pain
Not pain but anger of being guiltless
Yet â€˜guiltyâ€™ for being in jail.
The cell â€“
No crime equals its greasy grey walls
Thickly dark with no grills for light
Till the eyes, sore, feel pain no more.
The sentinel â€“
Was once a brother
Used to sit by my feet
But wandered away,
Till err passed his way.
Who is to blame
When the mind is aflight
And discretion is abandoned