Twenty-five years in the penitentiary,
Between those granite halls of shame,
Where today is tomorrow
And tomorrow today
And yesterday the same.
Twenty-five years in the drudge
Of looking up at a highway of barbed wires
Where the sky was never blue,
Always stained by the brown
From the gas-refinery fires,
Roasting the stew.
Twenty-five years in the hole,
Dug deeper than the garden of black roses,
Where the skulls laid in scallops
Under the boneyard
Where Diablo poses.
Twenty-five years since I last saw you,
Gorgeous satin night sky.
Now you've organized a band of stars
In the full moon amphitheatre
With this symphony passing me by.
Twenty-five years 'til now
Since I gave myself a good cry.
K. Jared Hosein
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/awe-starlight-orchestra/
