By Louis P. Burns aka Lugh © 2004 / 2006 All Rights Reserved.
Editor - Catherine Edmunds
i was led handcuffed out of the courtroom
into a corridor full of barristers
cops, concerned family members
lawyers and other people accused of crime
out through the main doors
into the blistering heat of a july day
i was guided to the back door
of an armour plated red ford sierra
my head gently but firmly
pushed towards its roasting hot interior
i was forced onto the rear seat
ginger haired with massive sideburns
got in the other door
he pointed the barrel of his semi-automatic
at my head and snarled
across the craigavon bridge
out into the countryside
past the river I used to fish in and
the nut house i later stayed in
we went under some trees
down the dual carriageway
that runs along the outside of
a massive industrial estate
i was terrified
i thought i was going to die
ginger smiled, winked and pretended to squeeze his trigger
his eyes never left me as he sniggered
- "mind the bumps!
this gun could go off"
the female cop in the passenger seat said
- "that's enough"
i trembled as i smoked it savouring, every, single, puff
ginger farted then wound down his window
- "you've no sense of humour doll.
that's your fuckin' problem"
past barbed wire fencing, bullet proof grills
metal detectors, british soldiers on security detail
they looked all hot and bothered
i was led to a shower room
all new inmates had to wash
and be peppered with anti-flea powder
i was taken to the doctor for a general fitness check
he shuffled loads of paperwork then asked
- "catholic or protestant?"
- "no religion"
- "that's probably why you're here son"
i needed my prozac
i needed my dad
i needed to know why I was here
he let me cry then said
- "we'll get you sorted. try to get some rest.
do you have any allergies? are you a vegetarian?
this prison officer will take you to your cell"
my mind locked in a living hell