Words for the Chisel (collection)/Two Captives

by Genevieve Taggard

Two Captives

I cannot keep the pompous yearsFrom their poor task of taking youDown the next alley-way of spears—A gauntlet to be hurried through;

But now I watch them with a frownImpassive as I try to beAnd break a twig and throw it downAnd look for them to come for me.