The shadows danced rhythmically, landing
on the opposite wall; tiny particles of
sunshine glimmering; broken by the cell bars.
Promised oblongs of hope, just without grasp.
For seventeen years.
Liberty. Life. Future. None hung in the
balance for Eddie Gilfoyle. All stolen by fate,
or corruption; eager for a quick result; a promotion.
His nemesis was never the abstract darkness of
Wife hanged, Baby lost, Future dashed.
That old cherry suicide was not glamorous
and just too obvious for his 'hangmen'.
'Banged to rights and throw away the key!'
'Job done and home in time for tea!'
As the dust motes suspended in the air are
captured in time by the shafts of dancing sunlight, sunset brings some solace in the shape of surfacing diaries, long hidden from prying eyes and judicial view. Rising phoenix-like, the tiniest spark of hope provided by the compassion of an 'honest Bobby'.
Eighteen years. Three appeals later. Maybe
this time the Ministry of Justice will bestow
the small, belated kindness of
an honest god.
For seventeen years.
Liberty. Life. Future. None hung in the
balance for Eddie Gilfoyle. All stolen by fate,
or corruption; eager for a quick result; a promotion.
His nemesis was never the abstract darkness of
Wife hanged, Baby lost, Future dashed.
and just too obvious for his 'hangmen'.
'Banged to rights and throw away the key!'
'Job done and home in time for tea!'
As the dust motes suspended in the air are
captured in time by the shafts of dancing sunlight, sunset brings some solace in the shape of surfacing diaries, long hidden from prying eyes and judicial view. Rising phoenix-like, the tiniest spark of hope provided by the compassion of an 'honest Bobby'.
Eighteen years. Three appeals later. Maybe
this time the Ministry of Justice will bestow
the small, belated kindness of
an honest god.
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