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“Your Guys Were Chained Out This Week”
Prison Volunteer
Even under the lowering overcast
The perimeter’s razor wire shines bright
While the headlights of the roving patrol
Search carefully across the parking lot
I show my driving license and my face
To a camera, and pass the clicks and clanks
Of gates and bolts – but no further this day:
“The last of your guys were chained 1 out this week”
May God watch over them, wherever they are –
They know the lessons far better than I
1 “Chained” is the in-house pronunciation of “changed,” meaning transferred. No one is in fact chained.
This poem is not a criticism of anyone; prisoners are frequently transferred for reasons of education, health care, therapy, pre-discharge services, and in this instance the conversion of the facility from a general population unit to a drug-rehab program.
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