Poem 58 by Damien Echols

Here’s an anthology of writings just out about the West Memphis Three to which I contributed. All proceeds go to the Damien Echols defense fund,

The following is written by Damien Echols who is currently on death row.

The smell of the air
and the wind on my face
makes me remember
other places
and other times
when I wasn’t
in hell

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