Church Camp: Part Ii
inevitably, one night a few of the forced occupants decided that they had had enough &
took it upon themselves to try & leave the church camp---
they made their way out of their dorms & down the dirt road,
only to remember then
(as even they whose minds were the least warped by this whole exercise in futility,
had forgotten exactly where it was that they’d been taken)
that the road to the church camp led to a major highway
of which not even a cricket did frequent &
the though of hitchhiking or
just strolling on home
was ludicrous at best.
frustrated, they made their way back to the camp &
when they got onto the grounds,
floodlights illuminated their path
as if coming from some ship seeking Mulder on the X-Files,
zooming down to intimidate &
in the morning,
when they were all sitting at the cafeteria tables,
a minister sitting at the head of the table of which the few failed escapists sat,
turned their head casually & said
“we know you tried to leave last night…don’t do it again.”
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