Different Point of View
Picking at his wounds
wiping with his cash
all the hundred dollar bills
mean nothing anymore
living like a nomad
with a homemade fishing pole
river
pond
sea
free
from the dread of dying alone
living without a castle
like cowards in their tombs
he cracks his knuckles
and ties his hair back
polishing his front teeth
with his forefingers
grinning like a madman
but smarter than he’s ever been
he’s free
the wars are over
even in his head.
Stephen Jarrell Williams often starts a poem with his fist, and slowly opens it to the sky. He is on (X) Twitter @papapoet.
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