Wednesday October 24 2:24 PM ET Pakistani Held in Attack Probe Dies in U.S. Jail NEWARK, N.J. (Reuters) - A Pakistani arrested on immigration charges in the U.S. probe of last month's suicide plane attacks has been found dead in his jail cell in New Jersey, but the cause of death is not yet known, a state official said on Wednesday. The body of the 55-year-old man, whose identity was not released, was found in his cell on Tuesday at the Hudson County jail in Kearny, said Jacob Delemos, a spokesman for the Hudson County executive's office. Delemos said officials administered a nasal swab on the body to test for anthrax and the result was negative. Anthrax, a potential germ warfare agent, has killed at least three people in the United States this month and the government fears its spread may be the work of those responsible for the Sept. 11 plane attacks. He said the man was arrested on Sept. 19 ``along with others in that aggressive approach of the FBI'' after the attacks on the 110-storey twin towers of the World Trade Center, Washington and Pennsylvania that killed more than 5,000 people. He said the man was being held on immigration charges. Delemos said more than three weeks ago the man had complained of gum pain and showed signs of gingivitis, according to the county medical examiner. He was treated with an antibiotic between Oct. 1 and Oct. 6. Representatives of the FBI and the Immigration and Naturalization Service were not immediately available to comment. http://dailynews.yahoo.com/htx/nm/20011024/ts/attack_newjersey_detainee_dc_1... Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair. Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes, and scratch their matted hair. A tiny light, from a window hole, a hundred yards away, is all they ever gets to know about the regular light in the day. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops. In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops. The torture never stops. Slime and rot, rats and snot, and vomit on the floor. Fifty yoogly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door. Knives and spikes, and guns and the likes of every tool of pain. And a sinister midget, with a bucket and a mop, where the blood goes down the drain. And it stinks so bad, the stones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops. In the room where the giant fire puffer works, and the torture never stops. The torture never stops. The torture.. the torture.. The torture never stops. Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair. An evil prince eats a steaming pig, in a chamber right near there. He eats the snouts and the trotters first. The loins and the groins is soon dispersed. His carvin' style is well rehearsed. He stands and shouts: All men be cursed! All men be cursed! All men be cursed! All men be cursed! And disagree? Well, no one durst. He's the best, of course, of all the worst. Some wrong been done, he done it first. And it stinks so bad, his bones been chokin', and weepin' greenish drops. In the night of the iron sausage, where the torture never stops. The torture never stops. The torture.. the torture.. The torture never stops. Flies all green and buzzin', in this dungeon of despair. Who are all those people, that he's locked away down there? Are they crazy? Are they sainted? Are they zeroes, someone painted? And it's never been explained, since it first it was created. But a dungeon, like a sin, requires not but lockin' in, of everything that's ever been. Look at her. Look at him. That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. That's what's the deal we're dealin' in. That's what's the deal we're dealin' in.