Poem #5: Joan Swift's "The Line-Up"
Logline In "The Line-Up," a woman confronts her attacker in a police line-up, only to also confront her own ideals of justice and forgiveness. The Line-Up Each prisoner is so sad in the glare I want to be his mother tell him the white light will go down and he will sleep soon. No need to turn under eyes to shuffle poor soldiers boys in a play to wear numbers obey. They have hands as limp as wet leaves the long fingers of their lives hanging. They cannot see past the sharp