Midweek Review
Rigorous Imprisonment
By Lynn Ockersz
A dazzling ray of sunlight,
Pierces the entombing gloom,
Of his sprawling bedroom suite,
And he hears the sing-song prattle,
Of birds outside his window,
But his heart is gripped with fear,
And his hand goes for his pistol,
Under his sweaty pillow,
As he hears a roaring vehicle,
Screeching to a halt outside his gate,
‘Maybe the cops are here’,
He frenziedly wonders,
‘Maybe they have tracked me down,
In spite of this posh camouflage’,
But he adds by way of self-assurance,
‘Such panic for me should now be usual,
And I must somehow live to tell the tale,
Of this thrilling life of a hundred deaths.’