Aaron’s Nightmare After Booking for Poland
Steamy caress of bath water on soft soapy skin,
plump cherry in the mouth, newspaper cast wide.
O, yawn, O, monotony…
The door splinters off its hinges – crack and spit
of air, boot stamp, gun clank, five faces snarling
in the shadows of helmets.
A driving kick shatters the cherry bowl
off the wall, shards flying, and a henchman
slams a gun butt into Aaron’s face.
Crunch of cheek bone, jolt of pain, black print
running in the water. Steely hands wrench him up
sopping pink, crumpled face on fire.
He spews cherry remnants onto a thug’s boot.
You pig, the thug shouts, swinging a kick into Aaron’s
guts. They drag him naked,
banging off walls, down steps, into a box car
stuffed with chosen people reeking of incredulity.
And a freight train screams in the night.