What did the cage hear
ripped from pregnant pauses?
What does ‘waterboarding’ signify?
What is the ‘toast rack’, the ‘wishbone’,
a ‘stress position’, just words
wrenched out of context?
What did the cage see,
when others chose to face
the other way? A lone woman
uniformed, crisp, upright, her bright eyes
brimful, her lips silently mouthing the word,
At what point did cold steel
begin to bleed,
concrete grow slippery and red,
the M16 at her side fall silent?
What did the cage feel
to see her wasted there,
while high above the flag
fluttered feebly for the fallen,
When the cages have all emptied,
when the ‘interpreters’ have long since fled,
she stands guard for all of us,
in the company of a swelling legion of the dead.
This story is only just beginning to emerge here.