Museum of the Poor


I’ve been to the forest–

and truly, I took the straight way home.

No matter.

I’ve been poor most of the time.


When she reads this letter

I will be back in jail.

I hope she will know

how I’ve gone to pieces

been down this hard hill

all to see her at home.


From cell to cell

I go: I am one of you,

I know.


(Source: Conscience Letter 319)