THE TUNNEL
I stumble forward,
pressed together,
shoulder to shoulder,
with the others
Driven forward,
by shouts and lashes
toward the light,
at tunnel’s end
Totally naked,
hands bound tightly,
behind my back,
helpless and afraid
The roar of the crowd,
reverberates in waves,
off the cold dark,
stone tunnel walls
A rounded arch,
frames ahead,
naked bodies,
hanging already from crosses
I recoil in fear,
such ghastly sounds,
anguished screams,
pitiful pleas for mercy
Light flickers ahead,
they move us out,
through tunnel’s mouth
to the arena floor
Stepping forward,
forlornly resigned,
no choice, no options,
but to suffer and die
Barbaria, 2014