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All Fell Down Chapter Nine


“Time to wake up, Jacob.”

            I don’t know how long I’ve been here.  I’ve hardly aged.  My body is a man’s body but my face is young. I look like a boy.  I look like the boy I must have been when they took me but my muscles are taut and hard.  My abdominal muscles are defined.  I feel perpetually ready to leap or run or fight.

            “Today is an important day, Jacob.”

            I eat my breakfast and drink my water.

            “Why is it important?” I ask.

            “Today you meet the others.”

            I drain my water and wipe porridge from my lips. I dress in the fitted white jumpsuit I wear each day and I leave my unit.


About michaeleganpoetry

Liverpool based poet and editor. I have had four pamphlets of poetry published, most recently After Stikklestad (Knives, Forks and Spoons Press, 2010). Penned in the Margins published my first collection, Steak & Stations, in 2010.

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