Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer clear.
They've gone to get
your man.
10 AM.
Through gate 3 with picture ID.
This old billfold
Experiences
security.
I hear the click. These men are hard.
I'll see your face through bar and
guard.
You're new to me. I'm new to you.
I see your fate. I'll see you
You
through.
Ice within.
And it's all cement in the government.
Approved? Then
move
To the plywood booth where the prisoner's sent.
You read in red
The letters on
the door and you know what they're for.
You feel unreal.
And the rattling chain's coming
over the floor.
I hear the clock. These walls are green.
I see your face through tin
and screen.
You're new to me. I'm new to you.
I see your fate. I'll see you
You
through.
Too hot. No air.
Loud fan and a big tin can.
Wait here. Steer
clear.
They've gone to get your man.
