In Plain Sight, Hiding

outcast(s) 

mantled 

is the conscript 

of that nature,

called into 

service, not 

without reservation,

and not with a 

conscience of 

selflessness, 

but shamed 

every waking 

moment: 

witness 

your eyes 

between splintered

pickets, never 

fence-sitting, 

but hanging 

pan-faced for 

the world to

revile. 

Photo by Michele Bressan

Poem © 2012 R. Burnett Baker