so many prisoners
here,
who know
no bounds
so many prisoners,
here
imprisoned in
captured in
inscribed in
invisible archive
no hand to
touch you
except the ghost hand
tapping your shoulder
to say error
except the ghosthand
tapping your shoulder
to say turn around
face the error
excuse me sir
you are not
allowed in
this precinct
this area of
the complex
is reserved for
you don’t
belong here
don’t be long
here you could
crumble under
the weight
of numbers
the wait
of numbers
the big if
your number
comes up
then -
what?
Monday, March 21, 2005
carefreedom (2005)
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