"Chow-wow" by Timothy Greenlee
I’m interred on 600 range, and, like 400 and 500 ranges on B-east, the entire front of my cell is covered with “lexan”, plexiglass. There are heavy padlocks on the food-slots for every cell. It’s always very stuffy in here and the noise comes in somehow distorted with a strange, unnerving echo attached to it. One never gets used to that. The guards come around three times a day taking the padlocks off and inserting the plastic food trays into the cell. We are not allowed to order any kind of commisary food items or snacks whatever, so, inevitably one is waiting for those trays, when they are passed! One can hear the sound of the padlocks being taken off and the food-slots being opened over on 500 range. It is the only other thing, besides the occasional shower and hour on the exercise yard, that one has to look forward to every day. Every single time I experience how we are fed each day here, the image of a dog kennel appears in my mind. In truth, this is a human kennel and I am just another stray dog. The only difference is that the people who work in real dog- kennels actually like dogs; but these guards do not like us here in the SHU you betcha! WOOF! WOOF! BOW! WOW!
	Timothy Greenlee #865760 W.V.C.F P.O. Box 1111 Carlisle, IN 47838		© Copyright 2003 Timothy Greenlee