The men gave me back my papers
Because they cannot not harm me anymore
They said I could read the words
But would not understand them

“Corpses without fingerprints
Locked doors and black helicopters
Searchlights from the sky
Human traffic in cargo containers
Cities drowning in tar
Deserts crisscrossed by cyclone fences
A constant low buzzing
And somebody laughing from far away

“My walls have all grown eyes
And my steps are fettered by wires

“And then it appears
The final, grand absurdity
A great, silent heart
Sprouting vein-trees and capillary branches
Rendered obsolete
And spinning lonely through the ice”

The men took their needles and entered my mind
And they sutured up the bad thoughts
They say that it was for the best
But I know that part of me is missing now