No Pens in the Pen

in the middle of the uprising

all the inmates

in all the jails and prisons

picked up their shanks

stuck them

authoritatively

to the page

in the enormous

echoing silence

they spilled

the charcoaled baby oil

blood

of their truths

authenticity authored

reverberated

cell to cell

shackle and chain

up and down the range

and the wardens

trembled

assembled

the guards

issued the edict

“More shanks!

Incite a riot.

All this truth-telling

does not serve

our purpose.”

 

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