The elasticity of the cord did not soften
the tightness of its wound on their wrists,
picture pigs in a slaughterhouse
immobilized,
but it was enough to poke the viewer eyes
watching evening news
of media men, their tied hands
filling up the T.V. screen like spilled shit.
A bus will haul them in, its windows
sealed with wire mesh like chicken coop.
Meanwhile, a government spokesman
gestures with untied hands
that by midnight a curfew will be imposed
to secure everyone's freedom.
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