Alcatraz
San Francisco
across the Bay.
The sea,
the prison bars.
and,
cellmate.
Raining outside
hostility inside.
Angry and sad.
To be free again.
My book-
it’s my escape
whilst in here.
He damaged it.
Anger thickens
the air
already tight
in this 5×9.
Murder!
Alcatraz
My cellmate at window.
Concrete and sweat
Fill the air.
Wet, sad, sorry
Guilty.
It never happened
I was jealous
that he could escape
into his book,
I tore out
the last page and ate it.
Murder!
© Stuart Patterson 2019
Completing the Tenner 