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Killing The Past

I knew you were coming,
  as I walked across the cell
  still in chains

I knew you were crying,
  as the guard called out three times
  announcing your name

Your silence was deafening,
  as my final meal
  was delivered at last

The time intensifying,
  the markings on the wall
   -killing the past

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)