Cripples are confined by cages
of bodies miss-grown from source
or malformed under weight of circumstance
This vessel (physical) uncontrolled
out of reach
torn from tethers I had
weighted to the ground
Fists bloodied from pounding stakes
snatches of time teasing rust shards
from blistered palms.
A salient wind has risen
squalling ‘cross fields North to South
barricades are crumbling.
My solitary Centurion abandoned her post
and I have lost strength to carry
full metal armour
Exposures oracular intent
hangs loosely upon
a fertile air.
© Samantha Ledger 2012
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