From where I sit
It sounds like
Basketballs
Dribbled unevenly

Across the field
The big brick building
Rises ominously
With tall fences and towers

I hope that I am mistaken
And those distant thuds
Are something other than
Bullets blazing

I do not step outside
I do not pull the binoculars
To my tired eyes
Because I am too afraid to know

Blue shirts brown shirts
Orange jumpsuits
What I imagine
Is not a pretty

People packed in
Like lengthy Legos
Getting stack on
Top of one another

Aggression breeds aggression
My objections are silent
Because I am afraid
That they might come for me

It sounds like thunder
Repeating
Am I better off not seeing
What horrors lay beyond the field