Horror, Sleaze and Trash.

defiilement:

Poem penned by Julian Knight, perpetrator of the Hoddle St Massacre.
❝  Reception ❞

The judge’s gavel fell,
Eight years in a concrete Hell,
Maybe only five,
If all goes well. 
Handcuffs on,
Marched from the court,
Stunned and silent,
Placed in a holding cell.
The van arrives,
Off I go,
The van is fast,
But my mind is slow. 
A bump,
A lurch,
I almost fall off my perch,
A hiss of brakes and all is still. 
The door flies open,
A guard appears,
Beyond him a doorway beckons,
The entrance to another world.
My clothes are taken,
My body searched,
A uniform is issued,
And I become a number. 
I join the line of new receptions,
And leave behind my preconceptions,
I am taken to a single cell,
For this my new found Hell.