Sitting here in Guantanamo’s dark____,
I hear the guard shout, “__________!” through my cell
window, high above _____ ’s pristine vale.
In that room down the hall, prisoners ____ ,
______, and ___ like children from the _______ .
What have I done to deserve this? Loud calls
from interrogators ________ to cure
our silence. One voice _______, “I’ll cut your _____
off if you don’t ____!” What to say when my
time comes? Tell them how my wife _____, wonders
where I ___, if I’m still _____? Ask why
I’m here? Request evidence they ______
then will present _______ me? All I know
is they offer no _____, only shadows.
Roger Armbrust
August 17, 2007
