When an English prison holds him fast
and tight, by leg-irons and manacles and five paces each way.
Shut yer pie hole, Monster!
rings off stone walls as the night guard raps his baton on iron bars. Clang!
Alone, our killer leaves clues
to his desire: the bloke wants to chat.
Hardened hands throttled life from a lovely, now softly tap tap tap
on keyboard to woo his pen-pal: must love rock and roll and have a sense of humor.
Should a killer be kept from love?
© Barbara Gabriel
Raised along Highway 61 in Minnesota, Barbara ran away to sea, living and working around the world. She curses like a sailor and loves a well-fitting pair of boots.