Michelangelo had the Sistine Chapel;

Beethoven had his music;

And Twain had Tom and Huck.

Locked up in my cell,

I ask myself

Will I be remembered?

What legacy will I leave behind?

Women and men

Burned, strangled, stabbed,

Shot, run over, and drowned.

Forty-one in all.

Will people remember me?

My cellmate snores,

And I watch his chest rise and fall.

I think of Leonardo’s David

And Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet.

Maybe 41 isn’t enough.