the screen

June 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

he constructed a screen
so that
behind it
he could have a place to go
to count all of the things
he believed
were stolen from him
columns filled up,
hash marks
marched in formation
across sweat christened pages
when he did take the time to
peek over the edge
of the barrier
men would ignore his rantings,
the women,
he swore,
only raised reminders
of promises not kept
and the children of the town,
taking advantage of
would sneak behind the screen
to erase a mark or two
from his glorious ledger –
effectively robbing from him,
all over again,
that which was
not robbed
to begin with

(c) 2013 Fred Whitehead


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