i21 : vacation of last resort

haven't seen you in a while
wondering whether you're deserted on Isle Wonder
whether you took some final ticket to
your last resort on a larger lake
.
thus we've come to assume a most unpleasant vacation
or so it’s alleged , of rooms coffin-sized
into which you are wedged by those of such vocation
to remove your secrets so prized 'til you break
.
they took this job , or so they say
they've got mouths to feed , they needed the pay
and so run devices
through night and all day

and run them with skill and also with pride
these proper tools of your red salty tide
that foams as you scream as to all you will say
in this proper flow of proper confessions
obtaining for their simple pleasures and pay
their most insistent owners’ inquisitions

so you'll speak perchance some last retort
and to whom this last if not that sort
who , among a universe of possible vocations
knows what you thought was once your name
your given nation and last known location
to these proper tools of proper confessions
of their master’s fools and their inquisitions
.
so do as you will
it's their specialty
,
remorse or revenge
,
for eternity
.