Rethinking incarceration

Send me back to gaol.

I’ll forget about the noise.

Give me two bowls of rice

and a trim figure, any day.

Lock me up again,

I won’t complain

of when I might be freed.

For now I see a freedom

hidden in that captivity.

No fears about recession.

The only crunch, the crunch

of cockroach underfoot.

Tomorrow I’ll wake

without the thought of how

I’ll pay the mortgage, and

this evening someone else

can remember to lock up

and switch out the lights

as the world and I spin on

in selective oblivion.

9^th IX 2010

John H Davies