What on earth is he thinking,
in the Guantanamo tower?
Clearly, he is not reading Noam Chomsky,
so often he falls asleep with his cap over his eyes
he does not know we are watching him,
nor that all around
the songs of the inmates are carried by the wind,
nor further, that comrade Chomsky
duly marks the solemnity of this occasion
in one of his many notebooks,
before the emeritus professor dresses for dinner
ahead of the President Elect's inauguration.