The Escape.

The Escape.

(Linoleum Cut).

Dost thou really thinkst that thous cell can holdst thee?

thy fleotende speedy thiaf of thee nychte,

clos thy blinds, don't look hither,

thy sails of hell show'th thy weg,

coffins are laid in thy wake,

wretch'd lawyers mouths ar'st eall agap'd,

scatter hither ut of thy way,

dangerous foe waityng to take,

henceforth take mind along with a note,

to alle thee readers reading thee wits,wit thy stars,

épier ut for poets on thee mend,

e'vn without a pen in hand,

daunsen down thy streets on wound'd egos past,

thou'st do'st pant wið alle rage,

as thou climb'st on thee way world tracks on shiftyng sand,

thy furtune ar'st now beforan thee as thy winds calm alas,

a 'tis a brittle,a kittle for a dinner, unus moste eat a free bird must bathe,

arise and learn from this escape of lore,

reliance on stories once told,

thou must teach your child,

tyme to tellen eall,

glossy ar'st thee eyes as tears ask why?

thy escape was fast and envenom'd bold,

humbl'st of selfs now living on emerald oceans be,

thee blue waves all asunder,

as thy gentle escape now lulls in thy sleep,

'tis a deep'st slumber as thee sapping restful sea.

Steve.D.Hammond.

Done