Guantanamo Bay


He wakes up
Looks at a little book and recites
Lines from right to left
Some moments of purification
For a man in a 6 by 8 room.

And he summons god,
A beautiful god who could make
A woman modest, a man committed
And love a conjugal language;
And afterwards, looks back at his long incarceration
In a sugarcane island.

And just like a sugar cane
All his sugar is encased inside the body.
And one day he will come out
And slash his skin to taste the sugar
That over the years, has turned bitter.

When he realizes that he was a nice guy before.
Who’s now painted in streaks of Hemingway.

And all it takes is a revolution of the mind
To make sugar, a lethal poison.