Some Advice To Those Who Will Serve Time In Prison Comments

I first read an excerpt from this poem in Elliot Perlman's (excellent) Seven Types of Ambiguity. The lines 'And who knows, / the woman you love may stop loving you. / Don't say it's no big thing: / it's like the snapping of a green branch / to the man inside' haunts me endlessly, especially the last two lines.

Intersting read and well written. Nice flow to it and I loked the last line. Kind regards Gyp's