To what fascistic torturous command did you succumb –
become this numb and mindlessly recurring
barely human ampersand?
To whose rebarbative insistence, threat, persistence
did you let it go – dismembering, surrendering
your last gasps of resistance?
The quicksand of the middle distance: that’s the who-
and-what that gutted you and swallowed night
and dawn. One glance, no chance: