Because San Quentin Killed Two More TodayWall City: Devastation

By Ed “Foots” Lipman

They wrapped Big Fran in plaster and put him on a bed to heal & to watch each approaching stranger with dangerous eyes ... The cops assigned to guard his door can’t understand that what’s become to past to them can be heard breathing softly on The Yard thru the eerie quiet of this prison hospital early in the dawn. But Frank knows better; he’s learned today is as much a part of yesterday as is tomorrow; and that there are no innocent bystanders except most little children and a few truly beautiful women, both of which are said to be in short supply inside San Quentin. (the soft rain blows in, he watches it pattern the sheets but cannot move to reach the window ) The days will probably move in slow procession and sudden move arise to cause concern; but still he watches, knowing all the while that after all paranoia is nothing more than increased awareness. (from my window I sometimes see just his hands –they grip and flex like small animals, restless at the ends of his arms, waiting)

For Big Frank Tubach after surgery, SQ 1975