He had been imprisoned
for so many years,
time was a chain around his neck
knotted up in the windings of his life.
A piece of bread
and a can of broth
are left at the door by the guard,
he grabs them with dirty hands.
When the wretched man
is about to swallow,
the tear-soaked bread drops,
rubbing against the bruise in his heart.
He remembers why
he was imprisoned:
he stole a box of crackers
because his sick child was groaning with hunger.
Trying to get away
from the fist of the law,
he killed his pursuer—
and never saw his little girl again!
Now life wears away
wearily, though now every day
he is given the bread that might have saved
his child, who died of hunger.