Kniles — Brock

“I’m not a poet because I’m soft,” Brock said, his voice a low gravel. “I’m a poet because I learned that the most dangerous thing in the world is a man with nothing to lose—except a single, stupid, beautiful sentence.”

Word spread. By noon, the Aryan Brotherhood had a new rumor: Kniles was a snitch, using poetry as coded letters to the DA. By evening, the Kings had their own theory: he was writing a tell-all about prison corruption. The truth—that a violent lifer wrote sonnets about sparrows—was too strange to survive. brock kniles

That was the problem.