a poem by Andrea Laws

anenemy of unknown bondage

strapsits straps on thee

diggingdeeper and deeper in

skinwanting to be free

“play it again!” they yell

satisfyingtheir thirst

biddingtowards hell

butnever leaving first

enemy’shidden beauty

fillsthese guilty walls, but

nowat the hour of death

theyyield

stretchingon stony depths

representedby marks

thissociety only approves by

uncommitted barks

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