Captive

Captive

Darren White

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Captive

this pillow of leaves
is heaven reversed
an erased nest

who crafts me
uses iron instead of wood
cannot bend, or break or burn me
but melt and mould into any shape

if I lose me
not a man but an object
a channel
an entry point
will I notice
sleep or wake
dark or light

he says
your heart is a sheep
that thinks it's a lion on fire

and knits me using shorn wool

I am the gentle caged man
less finished than
the harness that holds me upright

he calls for me
forgets I'm still chained
in his dungeon

stuck between freedom and doom
no hero to capture a horse to the rescue
or heroic fights till the end of my body is reached
tragic costume, mottled husk
 
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