The Crowded Cell - PJ Harvey

I’m in a crowded cell

The super calls my name

He shoves me in a room

He calls two soldiers in

They clamp my head with irons

Their hands becoming fists

You will see us again

You will remember this

They tie me up with ropes

They beat my legs with sticks

I cannot use my legs

They drag me to a desk

Behind it sits a man

Fingernails are on the floor

He laughs and asks: «What kind

Of freedom do you want?»

They push me down the stairs

I’m lying on the ground

Behind the set of doors

I hear two women howl

I see three men on rags

Their hands tied to their feet

Their faces pinched with clamps

Guards pulling out their teeth

They drag me to the gates

They dump me on the ground

The super laughs and says:

«Walk to your freedom now»

This image on repeat

A mouth that cannot speak

A huge force pressing in

A giant looming fist

You will see us again

You will remember this