On Being Released From Jail

so you go up to the thick armoured glass and give up the next hour to questions which wind around your throat like a moat "are you or have you ever been", and your pants,twin towers of Babel,keep you standing like the towers that demolished hope for so many...and the face looks at you but with no eyes and his pen drags you along like Ben Hur and leaves a blood trail in the section titled "prisoner's comments"...and he tries to trip you up with the bible or another lie and it's all OK...until they call your name