Prison Camp

I was enchanted
bewitched
besotted
baited
trapped
hooked
run to ground
run aground
ground down.

I climbed over glass teeth
where broken bottle shards guard the wall
scrabbled down ladderless brick
with scraped raw elbows and knees
crawled under the razor wire
sprockets
fish hooks and
wood screws
iron brambles
dipped in blood
gone to rust.

Here
where wire is barbed
barbarous
bearded
blood-blackened

these

(not the wedding ring
so easily removed
but so long remembered)

these

are the binds that tie.