Oubliette
Men are held by love and cages.
Beasts are held by fear.
In my mind, a lion rages,
"Let me out of here!"
In this prison, shouts are silent,
cloistered in their sleep.
This is how I keep less violent,
why I seldom weep.
Slumber holds my terror hidden
in an oubliette.
All night long, the mare was ridden.
Woken, I forget.
Karen Tellefsen
kat2@mindspring.com