Your Honor, Humanity sir :
His sweaty shirt
is an enemy flag
His foul breath
poisons the atmosphere
His sadness assaults
the tranquility of his fellow men
It's obvious that
for this obstinate sticking to ugliness
the man deserves to be forgotten
by those who live in beauty
THE PADLOCK SPEAKS
(From the
"Diary
of Internment, II")
Wake up I'm your morning bird
my tender rasping rubs your eyes
my rusty rays illuminate your prayers
You've been a good boy Now you may take a step
but be careful I can jam at any moment
Don't make my gravity any harder than it is
I'm only iron after all and can barely hold my own
Today I'll have to hear out your confession
dictate your letter home
count your movements and your glances
make sure that none of them have been concealed
Learn how to read me my dear scholar
this will help you make it through another day
And don't let your dream try to escape
