“The mail
lets fall a Xerox of something written by a man
aged 27, a hostage, tortured in prison:

My genitals have been the object of such a sadistic display
they keep me constantly awake with the pain...
Do whatever you can to survive.
You know, I think that men love wars...

And my incurable anger, my unbendable wounds
break open further with ears, I am crying helplessly,
and they still control the world, and you are not in my arms.”