For The Younger Sisters

Circles, endless circles bind their feet together.
Small steps, small steps repeat inside this cage.
Don't look up. Don't breathe. Don't watch the weather.
Silence swallows silent tears and hollow rage.
Circles, endless circles, broken be.

Sweeping wings on storm-wind sweeping hither,
Rattling window, shaking door and turning page.
Empty cages, broken chains and dangling tethers.
The master struts and shakes his whip on empty stage.
Circles, endless circles, broken be
Open, empty circles set them free
Circles, endless circles, broken be.