That which escapes

Love, not security is surely the goal.
"You romantic fool !" laughs the jailer,
the priest of constraint, of misogynist confinement,
as he cleans his instruments of repression,
ready for the work that still nourishes and maintains him.

The writer of life-lines,
she has failed to discover words to impress him
and her peers have rejected and scorned her pallet of expression.
As having the leaning towards betrayal of her sex,
and the struggle,
the defintion of which escapes them.

Bob Theil (14 October, 1997)