They dragged me from the peat at night.
Untied my hands, my feet, my soul.
They washed me, cleaned me, dried my eyes.
They took my braiding, took my sword.
I’d lain between the worlds untouched,
I’d spoken with the dead and proud,
I’d walked the path and swum the lake,
I’d soaked my blood in veins of earth.
They wrenched my body from its ghost,
They stripped it, left it hanging on,
Awoke it from its spirit sleep,
Displayed it as a trophy scalp.
I reach to try to catch your mind.
You stare, repulsed, but don’t respond.