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This place used to be a prison.
the windows set back, only on the outside-
gossip unfurled among radio instructions:
"I've got 19-I'll send one more up. Rooms 403, 404
combine your numbers, deliver your materials."
and all through that foggy eyed, froggy mind, boggy morning
recruits trickled in an examinations began
but 466 remained empty.
and radios continued their crackle
bodies kept emerging from concrete hallways
and long lines proving paperwork with picture identification perpetual
until up the stairs came a face to a body
headed to 466
where the examination began.