Tango light in metal grid

   They popped open the heavy lid

   Deposited deep inside

   The night did not glow

    Every 15 minutes so

    The lid would open through the door

    To see if I was still waked

    I was still awake

   The container was so cold

   The plastic bed covered sweat

   The filters on the white paint

   To see that I breathe

   Orange cursed the walls around

   With just enough light to see night

   The laces gone from my shoes

   To stall me from death

   And in the gentle morning

   When the sun drags into the sky

   He “beamed” into container

   That I did not hang