Free Phil

Free Phil, Free Phil!

 

Frantic, I searched the neighbourhood for

a young man bleeding, shackled to a tree,

an old man locked in a basement keep,

a child’s faint whimpers from an abandoned well.

But found no Phil to free.

 

I stood once more before the sign

impaled in a mound of fresh-dug dirt;

wondered if a spelling bee

might have freed poor fill.

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