I HAVE NOW RETURNED TO HELL,
THE COLD HELL I LEFT BEFORE.
I’M BACK AT EDMONTON REMAND;
OUR LIFE I’M TRYING TO RESTORE.
HELL IS STILL COLD AS BEFORE,
SHIVERING IN A SMALL JAIL CELL.
NO EXTRA TOWELS TO HELP OUT;
ONE HOLELY BLANKET MY NIGHT PAL.
WRITING ON A COLD CHROME DESK,
SOCK FEET ON COLD CEMENT FLOOR.
WEARING A T-SHIRT IN HELL,
FREEZING, BEHIND A CLOSED STEEL DOOR.
I’M GLAD MY RETURN IS SHORT,
ONLY A FEW DAYS, I’M TOLD.
I’M APPEALING MY SENTENCE OF TIME,
THEN I CAN LEAVE THIS HELLISH COLD.
MOST COLD FACES HAVE CHANGED;
SOME OF THE SAME ARE HERE.
THE NEW ONES ARE MOSTLY YOUNG;
JUST KIDS, FACING A WHOLE NEW FEAR.
SATAN WILL NEVER BE MY FRIEND;
HE MAY DOMINATE MORE THAN A FEW.
I’LL FIGHT HIM ALL THE WAY;
HE WON’T STAND BETWEEN, ME AND YOU.
1995 BY WAYNE J. WAGAR
