Near the County Jail

Near the county jail there is a statuary
store, a statue of limitations
in the window. We're surrounded by
the human imitations, they're occurring
in all sorts of combinations, they're not
going anywhere, a price on their head.

And paling in comparison to the statuary
in the county jail where
the poses one supposes have a timeless
air of being there and doing time.
For some of them it's terminal,
a character
becoming plaster, they are used to
being prostituted, a substitute,
a kitsch mythology of innocence.