Nightmare Begins Responsibility

I place these numbed wrists to the pane watching white uniforms whisk over him in the tube-kept prison fear what they will do in experiment watch my gloved stickshifting gasolined hands breathe boxcar-information-please infirmary tubes distrusting white-pink mending paperthin silkened end hairs, distrusting tubes shrunk in his trunk-skincapped shaven head, in thighs distrusting-white-hands-picking-baboon-light on his son who will not make his second night of this wardstrewn intensive airpocket where his father's asthmatic hymns of night-train, train done gone his mother can only know that he has flown up into essential calm unseen corridor going boxscarred home,mamaborn, sweetsonchild gonedowntown into researchtestingwarehousebatteryacid mama-son-done-gone/me telling her 'nother train tonight, no music, no breathstroked heartbeat in my infinite distrust of them: and of my distrusting self white-doctor-who-breathed-for-him-all-night say it for two sons gone, say nightmare, say it loud panebreaking heartmadness: nightmare begins responsibility.