Dark Heart In Retreat... Poem by Frank Bana

The lone dark heart is closing
Like a failing, blinking eye
A slow evacuation
Leached & emptying away

Its content rendered overseas
To tearful foreign emissaries
Or held against compassion
Landfill, in dark repositories

The klieg lights snapping shut
Household gods locked into crates
Rolling up the prayer mat lines
Chains around the clinic gates

The camp, the shining beacon
In sly, red-faced depart
They board down their Guantanamo
And shutter the dark heart.