Grave Goods: A Poem

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Grave Goods

by Cosmic Poet Simon Pole

A man writes in his diary,
Some thoughts of such depravity,
That to no one could they be told,
Unless he wished the law to hold
Himself guilty before the time
When fable becomes active crime.

A man records on running tape
A method leading to escape
From a jail where doors have no lock,