Pinching the Wrist

A young soldier presses his gun to Sonya’s head. His hand trembles. He
forces Sonya to walk. Around her neck a sign I RESISTED ARREST. The
town watches. At each door and window, they stop.
For an apple a peek, they display Sonya, naked, under the TROOPS
ARE FIGHTING FOR YOUR FREEDOM poster. Snow swirls in her nostrils.
Soldiers circle her eyes with a red pencil. The young soldier aims in the
red circle, spits. Another aims. Spits. The town watches.
The arrested are made to walk with their arms raised up. As if they
are about to leave the earth and are trying out the wind.