Caged
Caged, stainless gleaming steel
and one creaking gate left open,
unguarded

the silent moan of another ghost
left wanting,
left

wanting, wishing to dye 
the pale bones
of the merry Makers,

the troubled Takers 
of a life given,
unawares

the youth led astray 
to become a man
in their hollow image 

would lock the cage
without a key,  eyes shut 
– and moaning.