Girl with one eye closed, running
purple-black, the other streaming
barefoot, bloodied, silent screaming
hands together as if praying
flags a car that comes, now slowing,
begs the man to take her home.
Driver sees the wires binding
wrist-gouged cutting deep, she’s bleeding
no-one else comes by, he’s thinking
leaves her hands bound now, scheming,
ignores her prayers, high-pitched screaming,
drags her in and takes her home.
Girl with both eyes closed is singing,
blackened, bruised, she hangs now swinging
hands together as if diving
up towards his basement ceiling
scissor-cut, her clothes are falling
prays to God he’ll let her go.
Man with sweating hands is praying
sits with wife and children, dining
while underfoot a girl is twitching
on a rope, blinded and gagging,
Say no to pie, from table rising,
begs his wife to let him go.
Wife sees how her husband’s flushing,
To his dungeon how he’s hastening
Reprimands the children, fighting,
Eat your greens! That noise is nothing
Now clear the table, I must get scrubbing!
Time for bed, so off you go!
Erik Kaisson, 2017