175 (2011 World AIDS Day poem)
As the bars closed the windows rolled down I heard the cries of a happy man. He sang with joy as though it was his first and last day in one. He sang and all the hope in the world flooded my soul. He sang and soon the sound was in all of me. As the bars closed and the windows came in I heard the cries of a happy man. His voice was laden with sparks which flickered and glistened like fireflies in the darkness. His voice was sweet and it rang and stirred my soul to dancing. His voice was the light and the darkness meeting at once only to part. The windows drew in and the world was shut. The windows drew in and the world was shut. The windows drew in and the world was shut. No borders but barriers No barriers but walls No walls but chains No chains but whips No whips but words No words but stares STOP! * * * * * * * * * no borders but barriers no barriers but walls no walls but chains no chains but whips no whips but