Monday, March 21, 2005

carefreedom (2005)


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?

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