from WE WERE PERMITTED TO MEET TOGETHER IN PRISON TO PREPARE FOR TRIAL
My friends, it is the savor of life
you passed to me; vines, the diminished loaf
lost hillsides where the sun
set the grapes beating like a hive
of human hearts; Cornell gorges, the distant sea
Block Island swung like a hammock from its moorings–
I come to myself
a beast in a shoebox
Daniel Berrigan. Prison Poems (1973)
