In about an hour the cops

Will have caught up with me

They are closing in from all sides

I am trapped on this icy beach

The deadly east winds

Pistol whip my already injured face

But I feel no pain

The sea is hostile and lacks music

No beast so fierce but knows
some touch of pity

I am reading from Shakespeare

From a book I stole from the prison library

That was their first mistake

As they tried to educate me

One cannot not educate a monster

I have killed a president

And am a hunted animal

But I know none
and therefore am no beast

A frail boat is distant from me

I will reach it without regret

But the sea will consume us both

This is my only chance

I did what I felt was right

And can hear with a certain clarity

The bitter songs of the void

Screeching above the wretched waves

I squeeze the Kings poem

Into my torn pocket

And stumble towards the bleak jetty

I will raise a sail

And commence the journey

Into my chosen grey abyss