Writers Against Prejudice:- Number 55
ACLU Sues CIA Psychologists on Behalf of Torture Victims
I still hear them praying in the coffins, sir –
has left, nearly left the door ajar, and I can hear
their muffled weeping, and it is funny
how you can flay a man alive
with days of light upon his skin
until he cries for a hatful of darkness,
but dress his face for an hour
in black camouflage and boots
and he will peel back the lids of his eyes
to find anything left of the sun.
It is the demons, sir.
The things they do –
like the rest of us watching.