Far into the still night
when snores stir the pulse in unison
when the body limps into the next day
because the ache of bones has been quietened
there arrives a moment
when the quiver of stars is dulled
on the car which jerks to a stop
the earth rumbles
men tumble out
they run
take positions
house lights turn night into day
because a raid takes place
detention
echoes the damp air
in the absence of any fanfare
another one is taken
gone
as good as dead.