iridescent plumage, 5/20/19 anonymous
the hospital smell of north building five
sounds of black men laughing happily there
a shot of coffe for a ramen soup?
then at seven it will be pill line there
nervous systems rendered to clear thin soup
the, of course, lockdown at nine forty-five
one inmate dreams the purelight rainbow soup
scenes of adventure from the age of five
in the shadows of razor wire there
and wild turkies gather there, just outside
the fence, as an alarm clock fires at five
"on the button." A lifetime's worth of
hard living bleeds together into vital, insipid soup.