If the phrase,
‘I am disappointed in you!’
Could be castrated.
I would hang it upon a wall.
Hung high above the impediments of swollen doors.
Hung high in a disorderly hall
Then, perhaps, an inscription of my own wants…five feet tall.
‘Alas, so am I!’
In equality, the tattered room could be made small.
But the years have fled.
Such as, a prisoner who has committed no crime.
And, I have grown wise enough to know…
Such images are not part of my grand design.