Mug Shot: February 10, 1959
You are on the threshold
Of manhood
Barely 19
A December baby
Like my daughters
Your eyes could be those of
My father
My brother
My nephew
The son I never had
Your cheeks are pock-marked
With acne
The kind that will scar
The record says
You spent a month in solitary
And still you aren’t
Penitent: you aren’t sorry
You refuse to obey orders
You try to escape
You were a boy once
What scars do you carry
What (or) who raised
This rage in you
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Like this portrait of rage and sadness
Beautiful movement from concrete detail to this more universal question