your FACE, devoid of feeling

I see you in the lockdown hall, so different from the others.

While they attempt to barter love, your face, devoid of feeling.

You never were to be swept up, for I’d not know your story.

Your brother young, ransomed in vain. He never made it homeward.

Your face, devoid of feeling, so. It eats at me, my conscience.

Fragility is not undone, engendered deep inside you.

Without a word, I sneak you out. I’ll not share in the proceeds.