Ramekin
He was locked
in his cell
safe in his self
the mother
of pearl shell
that he polished
in his wake
with fist or foot
fit him awfully
well from which
to imbibe a taste
of Life outside in...
She would read him
Lewis Carroll
or dress him up
in Seussical apparel
if he would only
venture to make
an appearance
somewhere near
the hour...........
They knew him
by name, by heft
and by wait,
though not yet
face to face.......
and she sighed
over the special
designated
little plate
that left its
rim mark
around a certain
uncertain date...
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