My Prisoner - Division Day

My prisoner I trusted not to bend

Didn’t wince or cry

And, following, I bludgeoned him the more

Bloody head unbowed

Hour to day to week, and week to month, and month to year

Alive in leaves

Salt aboil in clouds behind your eyes, between your ears

Around your knees

My prisoner I trusted not to bend

Didn’t wince or cry

Addled in the black, the air is a glove, the time is a grip

The light is a lung

Year to month to week, and week to day, and day to hour

And all redone

My prisoner I trusted not to bend

Didn’t wince or cry

And, following, I bludgeoned him the more

Dusking covered me