Words for the Chisel (collection)/Two Captives

by Genevieve Taggard

Two Captives

I cannot keep the pompous years
From their poor task of taking you
Down the next alley-way of spears—
A gauntlet to be hurried through;

But now I watch them with a frown
Impassive as I try to be
And break a twig and throw it down
And look for them to come for me.