Prison Reforms
Uncle, change was on the way
Just a few years after your release
The deprivation of sufficient light
Food or exercise
Was ruled inhumane
There would be no more bread-and-water diet
No more stripping inmates of their clothes
No more unheated cells
No more shackling
No more placing an inmate in handcuffs or chains
While inside his cell
No more using tear gas to disable a convict
Surely these changes would have tamped down
Your desire to escape.
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This is so moving. Starting with the word Uncle makes the entire thing work.
I like these series of poems, Tina. So connected, yet expansive.
Trochees are the image of strength especially when they get broken like in the last two lines, a good kick for an ending