“A stinker,” Mrs. Good said, starting the motor. “And you are also one of the world’s goddamndest liars.”
Jim Gregg: A Prison Poem
by Charles E. Jestings
In the next cell at night
I’ve heard the continual gnashing of
Gregg’s teeth,
Heard hatred from his belly gush out
In vile curses against both God and man.
I saw him in the day—
I saw his eye,
Haunted by the wild stare
Of the jungle jaguar.
Heartless,
Hopeless,
Hard—
Gregg finally stretched rope
For the murder of a guard.