The holes in my
hands and feet
are tied with string
tied
to wooden shackles
and I walk
gripping the
tether— drag one hand
then one foot
loose-limbed
all joints and
weak knees
slip-slinking.
I
pull up my head
by threads spun
of fallen hair
dry and flaking
to bob on
this limp neck—
bones but
no filament—
and though
every limb is
lead-heavy,
I walk on.