no track of time
entombed darkly
faint sticky sounds
impending nudge through
pop slimy gooey squeeze
down to dirt city with
barbed wire godless creatures
dragged into a locked unit
I’m stripped of everything
except my clothes and a
shred of dignity and thoughts
they won’t let me see the stars
I don’t dare tell them I’m a poet
if they know, the subhuman
soultakers would subvert the truth
Wordman of Alcatraz 