"The Editor" (National Poetry Month poem-a-day) Day 30
written by Bruce A.
Pandolfo
4/30/2017
In
Maryland, Robin Woods was no Robin Hood
robbing
goods prolifically from warehouses
or
whatever whereabouts,
but
how else are you to make a living
with
no catered education, given
the
ruler at school your future is dimming
a
decade later, breaking and entering villain
thieving
phones and computer equipment..
stole
a car, and 20k worth of gear, he's 26 tops,
next
night he's playing pool in comes 6 cops,
a
friend turned rat went behind his turned back,
Robin
doesn't blame the guy, its every man for himself,
which
often means its every man v.s. Everyone else.
Non-violent
felony, but had prior convictions too,
given
16 years at Maryland Correctional Institute,
Absolutely
overkill, perhaps Draconian,
certainly
the worst place they'd ever thrown him in.
Guards
beat the inmates with nearly no provoking,
so the
next night, revenge was reaped in a riot's stoking
Robert
helped incite it, beaten and given a label
“One
of the most dangerous men in Maryland” as if he was unstable,
Stuck
him in a cell he found a way to escape though,
someone
came by with a library cart,
didn't
have a need for books or library card,
Robin
never even read a children's book, profoundly dense,
He
grabbed The Sicilian and autobio of Malcom X
Buried
his nose in the books, there was so much to learn,
understood
little, but hope rose with each page he turned
He
borrowed a dictionary for alienating words,
and
gradually grew his vocabulary amassing many terms,
Became
a book worm, mental appetite voracious,
but
really could you blame him, is it really that outrageous?
It
became an escape from the prison's cold grayness
The
pages were like portals full of spells and incantations,
spell
bound mining between the binding tales unwinding
learning
to spell, mind bounded away from the cell's bindings.
He
could travel space and time, through countries, cultures,
disciplines,
read
books by the dozens... then the hundreds that they'd give to him
He
bought an encyclopedia, decided to fully read it,
millions
of words, morning, afternoon and evening,
One
day located a mistake, and hardly could believe it,
in a
letter, corrected the editor, Mark Stevens
To his
surprise a month later, he got a letter it so pleased him
he
opened it so gingerly, he'd practically steamed it,
Mark
thanked him, Robin was crazily pleased with it
so
developed an epistolary rapport after the meeting,
Friends
through many letters, Mark didn't know Robin's crimes,
They
moved Robin to a new prison, and said “no books this time”
devastated,
Robin immediately went on a hunger strike,
Dropped
nearly 80 pounds and Mark decided to write.
Robin
explained his pseudo editor job to the commissioner,
That
he was obsessed with learning, a great reader and listener,
Impressed
with the dedication of this autodidact,
he
said, we'll let you off early and you can have your life back
Released
after 16 years, at 44 years of age,
no
life skills, or decent wage, the bills couldn't be paid,
Robin
kept in touch with Mark, his only common social factor
Mark
started electing to be Robin's benefactor.
Sent
countless dollars over the course of many years,
Finally
Robin met with Mark, hugged him and burst out in tears,
They
hiked, talked books, saw a play and the Dickinson house,
When
Robin drove home he noticed the glass of his window was out,
Robin
was robbed in poetic justice and Karmic punishment
And
ironically no longer reads to escape the world, he's a part of it.
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