trespass’d compass
cuff and convict’d
12 juries like apostles
hung’d poor judas
all those lost poor
letters.
dead letter’d office
pas recycleable’d
clock struck’d
count it luck
if it sticks it’s stuck
pluck’d
swam that river
got to
that gate,
late.
but
thee
lock and key
we’re on
the other side
of me
