An iron-born man
In menacing manacles
Told ME I'm the prisoner
Blindly I burst into laughter
Until he said
You poor, silly goose,
Is that a tie you're wearing?
Or a noose?

These invisible chains
I can't shake loose
For my light receptors
Have been gauged out
Two silver shekels
Stuffed there in their stead
Now the man in the shackles
Gets to be the one who cackles

i'll tread the path he knows so well
For the captive learnt to love her cell