Feeney, Matthew D.
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Matthew Feeney
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Speck of Sand
I am a single miniscule grain of
sand dying of thirst in a desert of over 3 million other insignificant
specks
Entire beaches of silica swallowed whole by America’s Incarcerational monstrosity called
Prison
Reformatory
Jail
Secure Detention Facility
Penitentiary
House of Corrections
Land of the Lost
The infinite granite walls a hard
Shell clamping down, locking us in
We see behind the concrete curtain watching in horror as the great and terrible administrative wizards wind & grind the inner machinations of the
System spineless, heartless, cold-blooded as an
Oyster
My burden: to try to fix the broken by
writing grievances, kites, letters, fiction, appeals, essays and
Poems
(like this one)
I’m only one speck of sand creating a little friction a minor irritation to the Goliath leviathan
But maybe someday I'll be a
Pearl.
