My prisoner I trusted not to bend Didn't wince or cry And, following, I bludgeoned him the more Bloody head unbowed Hour to day to week, and week to month, and month to year Alive in leaves Salt aboil in clouds behind your eyes, between your ears Around your knees My prisoner I trusted not to bend Didn't wince or cry Addled in the black, the air is a glove, the time is a grip The light is a lung Year to month to week, and week to day, and day to hour And all redone My prisoner I trusted not to bend Didn't wince or cry And, following, I bludgeoned him the more Dusking covered me