THEY NEVER TURN THE LIGHTS OFF HERE

The neighbor needed some money
The neighbor sold me to the takers
with white lipped sobriety
thinking of his family

The takers FedEX pragmatic packages
diapered, hooded and chained
in container planes
from way out from who cares where
to nowhere

I wait in patient fluorescent
in the big safe institution of your fear
installed here between skin & prayer
the ingredients of a day

Imagine your eyes and hands
tactile tight in a concrete coffin
prison bar for sundial
paved under the unlawful awful blacktop
of your outsourced grasp
and feeble minded wrath

They never turn the lights off here

Lady K

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