Lifers & sons

Adaie N. Kemet Ohio Lifers & Sons What swift slippage of time endured...expiring youth, slow to pour, now oozing and gushing out Wraiths in steel boxes, these lifers. faded, worn, exchanged... replaced. Surplus souls, as if faceless, handless clocks encased in ever struggling skins... Captured like the uncivilized beasts from which we are spawn... each the like of our sire... the same as is my cellmate. Adaie N. Kemet