Gutmaster 7 - A Gutmaster's Trick Poem by James McLain

Why tease you?
You know why you, are here.
Bring me your chains, now!
Shut up, do it!
That mirror wont make it tomorrow.
Yesterday placed you here,
right here, right now, for me to what?
You eye the wall, your solitude.
You feel it in your guts,
how they turn and roll,
your stomach jumps as if alive.
It is alive in anticipation,
your torments refuse hanging out.
Assumed positions,
last horizontal, all the dotted white lights.