Photographs: hooded man wired
naked men in piles
torture nightmares in daylight
zombied people stalk
the earth crushed bones
restless and numb
where to flee
the torturer lives next door
wears guard gear
stand-ins for shades in civilian clothes
the prez spits on Geneva
I don't need you, bitch
don't hang on me, don't beg
I do what I want
call me Capt. America
tortured and maimed
buried in hidden cells, American jails
can't call anyone
tongues tripped
wired into confession
lie dried in red ink
manufactured consent
plucked out
like eyeballs
electrical persuasion, cattle prods
and dogs, raped
no sleep disorientation humiliation
Tell me what I did ...
Whatever you say I did I did
guilty
guilty
symphonic guilt composed by scholars
orchestrated by SOA "professors"
played by intelligence musicians on homebodies
and world bodies
Capt. America's death dirge
tortures justice
March 2005
Marilyn and other women political prisoners in the mural on the SF Women's Building