Under Glass

The air was thick with scented smoke; the talk was much to small. The
words would fall and crawl in corners, wind up eaten by the cat, but
still they spat and groped each other’s fat. Danced with rubber arms
and granite feet. The planet creeped. The ceiling flaked and floated
in the beer. We stayed clear. We stayed here, under glass.
And you I know you’re trying though you haven’t got a clue. See them
laughing in the showers. Twist and grab a shouting Jew… Did they
ride you through the corridors, make you climb the wall? Did you fall?
Did she cry? Did you look for other fools to fry? To fortify your
island under glass.
I know how and where you work; it’s written around your collar, sweat