The Liberator

Keys turning
rattling in the loose locks
  opening high the doors
that close again
like death-hours coming faster

the walls are white
and the line of beds is staring
all the bars go up and down
and none of them lead outward

and leaping eyes
    and stiff limbs
follow the crunch of the keys

I am powerful now
and I will break those that carry the keys
      with little hammers
small hammers
    which you will make for me

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poem by Emily Holmes Coleman
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