Papoose

They tied me

to a board,

tightly, but

not to hurt.

I cried because

they tied me

to a board

and hung me

in a tree.

I cried because

they left me

hanging bound.

I could not move.

I cried because

I could not move.

I wanted to move.

I felt hunger.

I felt sad.

I felt alone.

I felt afraid.

They did not come.

I cried because

They did not come.

I felt anger and fury

and hate and

I cried all the louder,

until I felt my heart

and lungs and mind

would burst, but

they did not burst and

no one came

and I grew quiet.

I stopped crying.

I gained my silence.

Then they came.

They took me down.

They untied me.

I knew then

they knew

what I knew

for myself.