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.