Locked
From an early age the mind was locked
They took away the key.
With bells,
pieces of chalk,
hands in the air
crossed legged on the floor
They reinforced a lock,
Patiently
Day after day,
weeks, years became decades
Testing, testing, one, two, three
The lock was forged
till it forgot
It ever needed a key.
Regimental armies deployed
Seconds, minutes, hours, days.
Till all locks forgot,
They were locks
conditioning complete
set upon a productive paths
Thirty years of toil
A most excellent lock
Obedient, Productive, Compliant
conditioning complete
Five thirty alarm
Light or dark
Clock watching every journey
Anxiously watching the hands,
late, late, late.
Conditioning complete
Cold spring morning
Sunlight bright mist bound
Clock watching, but
There on the roadside
Twisted and broken
Legs, impossible angles
Slow laboured breath mists the air
Eyes fearful, death already summoned.
Sadness, emotions are striped bare
Life transitioning, beauty oh so broken
The eyes, truly windows to a soul
Conditioning failed
Lock exposed and open
They key -
Words
and Words
A pathway to the soul