Free Fall
by Marc Marusic
a knock on the door
jolts her from sleep
shaking fingers
make a tiny gap
in curtains seldom parted
seven black -clad men
moonlight doubles
their wielding truncheons
makes shiny the insignia
on their caps and blazers
and collars of their alsatians
her frozen stare
she knows they don't like
to be kept waiting
her friends have had such visits
the door gets smashed down -
they'll surely be no friendlier for her
five days later
she's still in her cell
just one call she's been allowed to make
screams and pleas
"por favor, tenga merced' 4
no yo se nada de eso" 5
from the cells around her
echo in her dreams
only when she wakes up
does she know it's not her turn -yet
three weeks later
she's taken on a plane ride
a joy flight
only for those with her
above the Andes
high they get
as they whiff her fear
just like those who came for her that night
and those who prodded her
with electric shocks
she's bound for final resting place
for those whose dreams
are not Augusto's
nor his junta’s
no parachute will help her down there
Iron Lady - how do you feel
that the toys
of your model pupil
that gave Consuela
three weeks of hell
were made in England?
4 please! Have mercy!
5 I don't know anything!
Mark Marusic has recently published "Mercurial Meanderings"-available Gleebooks $15