“Bend over. Spread wide.” The guard instructed.
The cell wasn’t large. I had just been checked in. I hadn’t yet been given an orange jump suit. I wasn’t surprised by the order from the guard. He was doing his job. I did think of the court room. Faces were upturned with hurt and anger and some reached out with their voice. I was shackled and walked.
It felt as though I were at church. The pews were abandoning me.
But it wasn’t a church. It was a courthouse. The jurry had read the verdict and I was guilty. I was shackled and I walked the row and I said I was sorry to a few and especially to her. She had always been there for me.
“Bend over. Spread wide.”
I bent over. I spread. I wasn’t wearing clothing. I was blank. I stood and faced the guard. If everything were equal, he knew.
I thought back to when I was leaving the court room. The two guards held onto my arms, lightly, and we three moved to the elevator. I was wearing a suit. My shoes were shining. The elevator doors closed.
“Where you telling the truth?” the guard asked? He’d let go of my arm.
His colleague let go of my other arm.
“We knew it. It’s over now. That was bullshit.”
I read his face. He was honest.
“You are telling the truth and he doesn’t have a witness and you have a witness and the jury let it go.”
“I know a member of the jury.” I said.
“It’s too late now. You’re shackled. Why didn’t you speak up?”
“I thought the truth would be enough.”
The elevator doors opened and they gripped my violent arms. Men and Women spread. Chains dragged and mouths dropped and I watched and I wondered and I saw much. This filthy fly.