i lay my arms on
the hard blistering wood.

i do not resist the
ferocity of the blows
nor wipe the blood and spittle
from my eyes... my unbidden tears

i have this work.
it is for me to do and
only i can do it

in a little while
you will see me again...
i will make your soul a dove

a free bird which will make
its nest in my hands.