Parole Hearing.

• Author: Espada, Martin
• Position: Poem - Poem

--for Ben

After three hours of interrogation by the parole board, and the prisoner repeating I did not do this thing, his brown hands were trembling, and the trembling spilled his plastic cup at the table where the prisoner sat, and his body stiffened as the water oozed across the table to the edge, inches from the prisoner's lap and his blue suit, and the seven faces of the parole board watched the puddle creeping closer, and their silence was the silence of water half a mile down, till one of them asked You need something...