THE DISAPPEARED

They put you
in a van
after you spoke out
for the disappeared
arranged your own
interrogation
counter-clock wise
for a Saturday occasion
by the table
torture equipment
scissors,
a water board,
taking your I.D.
in a hide and seek
manner,
a few postage stamps
as they pick your pocket,
it reminded you
of sixth grade
when you were charged
with being a hooligan
as grandfather
was called
a cosmopolitan

Again all
they found on you
was poetry.