here we
lie
the unusual
suspects
we line the
walls in threes
Some crammed in
at eight to the block,
it is
suffocating
No privacy to
wipe your arse
This is a
public sport, recovery
A Roman game
we’re being
put to the test, challenged
to continue
dared to get
better, to rise up
And only some
of us will make it.
Does anyone
care
for these
skeletons
Asphyxiated
by oxygen masks
why is everyone
looking away?
Let them die
quickly,
I can’t
watch, it’s
too cruel
to
do that.