Crawling within distended iron bellies
Perforated by manways and false exits
I watched you labour on, Brother
Muttering about production and timelines and overdue bills.
Although the bastard of a foreman was nowhere to be seen
you worked as if under his gaze.
and although we both knew the miasma of chemical reaction would keep him far away
you worked frenetically, as if the devil himself was behind you.
Brother, it is so much worse than that
behind the stacks of identification cards and the scanners
the gps trackers and cameras
behind their rotten State, beneath their fortresses and earthworks
It is already within you
Deep within the underself
There presides the Accuser
Like a garrison set above a conquered City
The more you obey, the greater your guilt.
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