I’m in a crowded cell.
The super calls my name.
He shoves me in a room.
He calls two soldiers in.
They clamp my head with irons.
Their hands becoming fists.
You will see us again.
You will remember this.
They tie me up with ropes.
They beat my legs with sticks.
I cannot use my legs.
They drag me to a desk.
Behind it sits a man.
Fingernails are on the floor.
He laughs and asks, What kind
of freedom do you want?
They push me down the stairs.
I’m lying on the ground.
Behind a cellar door,
I hear two women howl.
I see three men on racks.
Their hands tied to their feet.
Their faces pinched with clamps.
Guards pulling at their teeth.
They drag me to the gate.
They dump me on the ground.
The super laughs and says,
Walk to your freedom now!
This image on repeat;
A mouth that cannot speak.
A huge force pressing in.
A giant, looming fist.
You will see us again.
You will remember this.