Jim Gregg: A Prison Poem by Charles E. Jestings

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.

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