Which side of the story did you read first?
Commiserate with the plight of the prisoner
Before learning of his crime?
I absorbed his story, the words spun into
Sugar tangles; a poignant, poisoned tale
That showed me his humanity.
But it turns to ash when I follow the link
Find another perspective, the reason
For his situation, and the crystals dissolving
Taste of bitter almonds, burn my heart
How caustic the death throes of my compassion!
It is contentious: writhing, decaying, sprouting
A tree of remembrance and recognition
For the girl whose life he robbed
One of the host of women demanding justice
And that granted coldly, no comfort for the dead.
For her loved and loving ones
Whose aching at least has knowledge of
A sentence handed down, a life for a life.
And still, a branch for him.