In My Foothole Cell

In my foothole cell I kneel on the floor,

An oubliette, with nothing more

Than a hole in the ground

For my needs most profound.


There is no light, there is no sound

But the creak of the hatch

When a guard's boots appear

Bringing me food,

Bleak and austere;

A glimpse of her socks

My limited cheer.


There is no light, there is no sound...

                               But the creak of the hatch, when a guard's boots appear...


  

 

                                                ...bringing me food, bleak and austere


...a glimpse of her socks

                                                                                  ...my limited cheer.


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