Prisoner and escort br glide into the rooftop station, br as train wheels screech br with sympathy against the check-rails. br br Spirit broken, br clad in clothes of a previous era, br he meets the distant American br and is barely allowed to speak. br br Trophy child, br doing well at a good school, br there to be admired, prodded, br and maintain the fantasy. br br Bacon rind br pushed to the plate's edge br provokes colonial comment: br 'You don't like fat? It's good for you.' br br Grown-ups br are all the bloody same: br 'It's good for you'; br 'You can't go to London in those trousers'. br br One day br his sentence will be over, br and he can start to look for who he really is. br If it's not too late.