In the next cell at night
I’ve heard the continual gnashing of
Gregg’s teeth,
Heard hatred from his belly gush out
In vile curses against both God and man.
I saw him in the day—
I saw his eye,
Haunted by the wild stare
Of the jungle jaguar.
Heartless,
Hopeless,
Hard—
Gregg finally stretched rope
For the murder of a guard.