[ WP ] You are the world 's most infamous terrorist - you do not command a nation , nor do you possess military strength ; you are a master hypnotist

I sit on a metal chair 
 
 in a room of 
 
 Steel walls and tiled ceilings. 
 
 Steel cuffs fasten my 
 
 tired wrists to a steel table. 
 
 
 Between the shoulders 
 
 of two tailored suits 
 
 worn by two dogs 
 
 gritting their jaws at my silence, 
 
 voices horse and eyes drooping from a night of interrogation, 
 
 my face reflects back to me. 
 
 
 Great - I have n't practised 
 
 in front of a mirror in years. 
 
 
 Behind the reflection 
 
 of my bleeding face, 
 
 more dogs sit 
 
 dry eyes gripped 
 
 to the edge of my lips. 
 
 
 A camera in the corner of the room. 
 
 Elsewhere, 
 
 I mark the retinas of countless hounds 
 
 with the hook of my grin. 
 
 
 A restless wolf pack 
 
 waits for my permission 
 
 to sleep. 
 
 
 Silence. 
 
 
 All I have to say is. 
 
 
 `` Heel.'' 
 
 
 Shuffling bodies fall behind the mirror, 
 
 the detective in front of me crumbles while 
 
 one digs into his pocket and 
 
 uses the key to unleash my 
 
 raw hand from the table. 
 
 As I rise, my bruised hand 
 
 grazes the pup's forehead 
 
 and a lullaby 
 
 growls out of my throat. 
 
 He sleeps. 
 
 My footsteps echo 
 
 in the blank room, 
 
 the camera lens 
 
 holds its gaze on the table 
 
 as I walk out of frame. 
 
... 
 
 I return to the frame 
 
 and snap. 
 
 The camera refocuses. 
 
 I place my mouth next to the microphone 
 
 and whisper, 
 
 `` Unlock the door, please.'' 
 
 
 A click. 
 
 `` Thanks.'' 

