with wispy hair
beard of milk
distant, confusing eyes,
the similarity was there
but
when they found
he had nailed himself
rusted,
relentless
alone,
exact
to the floor boards,
the hammer arced
in his mouth,
his face alive with blood
and a million dancing
smiles,
well man, then they knew
where freedom
was still free.
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