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The Novelist Portent
Johnny E. Mahaffey
February 11, 2019
WHAT PRISONERS ARE MADE OF
Each refer to themselves as men—testosterone,
penis, muscle, hair—what defines physicality
each are grown, fully formed, except for the few
brought in as boys (convicted children) held here
against moral. Each are men—hands, feet,
minds unmolded—putty for the system.
Each prisoner is not made the same. Each are
jaded yet erect; lost yet Fated.
Each are fright and fear, regret, and shame.
A montage of human emotions
gone extreme, at the least opportune moments.
The aftermath of hypocritical fingers
on societal keys, and you may find them
a bit embittered—as to be expected.
Each broken down by the molecular
constituents, corresponding to the sub-par food
they are forced to ingest. That less of a dog.
Animal. You may find each full of hate and
blame—but that is in due accord—treat others
as you would never treat you. The special.
A god or goddess image, pedestaled above the
lowly prisoner: left to find out the true makings
of his cellulite guarded world,
fully formed against all better.
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