Sample Poems by William
I have no star for
All rainbows have eluded me.
Nothing is left but this dim room,
a bed, a
The letter I wrote to mother is lost,
my only window, broken.
It has begun
to rain outside.
I think the clock just stopped.
Today is Thursday, tomorrow is my
I have one clean shirt, no socks.
Maybe I'll shave if the sun comes out;
mirror is worthless in the dark.
I watch a spider in the corner,
he caught a large white
moth last night.
Many insects fly in past
the gleaming, jagged shards.
I lie on a
Nothing to do this early morning.
I see a new face made by
cracks in the wall.
Man Rescued from Como Zoo Lion
(St. Paul) Yesterday afternoon an unidentified man described by
witnesses as disoriented and confused stripped off his clothes, climbed a barricade, and jumped
into the Como Zoo lion habitat. Fast action from zoo workers prevented him from being attacked
by three lions out in the exhibit area at the time.
According to the police report, the man,
about 30 years of age, began calling out to the lions from a viewing area overlooking the exhibit.
After removing his clothes he scaled a concrete embankment, and lowered himself over the edge.
He fell about fifteen feet, landing within a few yards of the lions.
The intruder apparently
injured his leg in the fall, but according to witnesses, still got up and moved toward the lions,
talking and gesturing to them. The lions initially retreated to one end of the enclosure. One of
them charged, but did not attack. A quick thinking zoo worker used a high pressure water hose to
drive the animals into a tunnel leading to a separate enclosure.
Other zoo workers attempted
to restrain the intruder, but he eluded them by leaping into the water-filled moat encircling the
habitat. St. Paul police and paramedics arrived as a large crowd of onlookers gathered. The man
became violent when policeman removed him from the water. One officer was slightly injured in
the scuffle. The man was subdued and taken to St. Paul County Hospital for psychiatric evaluation,
and today was transferred to White River State Hospital. No identification was found among his
from the St. Paul Times, June 16,
Over the Wall
A slow, cool wind
sways the tall
of the lions' field.
I see no lions.
sleeping in the sun,
from the crowd,
sick of the man-scented wind.
I let go, twisting
from the line of cardboard faces
peering over the wall.
They look like cut-
far away, flat,
set on a ledge
against soft blue atmosphere.
to the landscape
green and wild, see
lions for the first time;
the high rocks
of a false waterfall.
I hear the deep
hollow of their
perhaps three leaps
to the shriek-
they will never escape.
Now I've dropped
I want to doze all day
in sun-warmed grass,
stroke the kitten fur
their slack bellies,
and hold the killing weight
of one paw in both hands,
and no voices.
Lock Up, White River State
It's raining. We lounge in the Day Room-
medicated water in a shallow stream.
We drown in our
Windows fogged with greasy hand-prints
begin to weep. How long have I been
paled into day. Some nights the moon will appear,
some days, the
sun. This rain doesn't help-
piteous thuds against thick glass, a sound
firing through my scalp.
Pooled voices soak into plowed open ground.
my lungs like the dirt smell
of plants and streams beginning to