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