Briefcase Face

The Interrogator

has called you in.
He's going to interview you
where it hurts.

He's folding his arms.
He's sitting back.
Do you want to tell him about it

he'll only use it against you.

He's got a face that's as blank
as a briefcase. Impassive.

He's got a head full of files.
Your life is one of his documents.
He's read you.

Are you flattered? Surprised?

Guilty?

You can't escape his eyes.
His mouth puts words into yours.

He's all ears.


Copyright Bernard Young 2011