Men in Cages

Caged like animals, men get a certain look. Pacing back and forth in concrete lined boxes. In beds that are little more than planes of steel with a bit of foam on top. Its a strange thing, to see and experience it- even if from the other side. If it were I, I would run the sink night and day, I think. The sound of rushing water to calm myself- to focus on while all grew quiet and still. Painfully still in my tiny box. Nothing to do but pace.