The face
of a condemned
and lonely man is,
in truth,
no different than any other face.
His eyes
are no more full of chagrin
than
other eyes.
His mind,
no more poisoned.
His soul,
no more sullen.
His life,
no more empty.
And except for that aura of defeat
that
one can sense about him,
he is quite an ordinary man.
Yes. Come to think of it,
I am
quite
an ordinary man.
June 1996