Four years soon now since
I was snatched from you
from my comrades
from my people
they tied me up
gagged me
blindfolded me
they banned my poems
my name
they exiled me to an island
of concrete and rust
they placed a number
on the back of my absence
they deprived me of
the books I love
of news
of music
and let me see you
fifteen minutes a week
through two sets of bars separated by an alley
and they were always there
drinking the blood of our words
with a timer
instead of a brain