Curb

Let me build my shanty over the chequered pavement of your heart.
Then, I shall wait.
For your limping past to come along and raze it to the ground.

Slave

Branded with pride, poisoned and fed,
Like a shark robbed of its fins,
A fanciful lark, bound to her bed,
Committed, that most unforgivable of sins,
Daylight's slave, singing my own requiem,
Tenderly, I have become, one of Them.