The Soldiers found rocks
and a sleeping man
chained to engine blocks.
He’ll run off, the uncle sighed.
What would you suggest?
He used to swear, piss
in the house, growl at the guests.
He’s slipped off ropes, smashed
bedrooms where he slept.
We built a hut, collared his neck . . .
Startled awake, he leapt
at the Soldiers. Anchored chain
yanked him back. He fell
and whimpered. Men laughed.
Slacking links tinkled — tiny bells.