I Am 'Your'- 'Child' In That Swing Poem by James McLain

i am 'Your'- 'Child' in that swing,
knowing no better i sing.
you have left me no pockets,
and my worlds are transparent.
while the look on my face
is a blank...like you.
so i swing.
i pull on the rope and i swing.
the rope, that i pull
is my song.
made for you
it is long and it's strong.
each thing you have done,
and my memory
is as long as each cut.
what you have done,
when you killed me
was wrong.
i pull on your rope while i swing.
looking up at the apex
high is the arc.
it is high at the top,
and bound up so tight.
tell them why
you are gagged
and your tied up
in wet leather.
so i pull on the rope and i sing,
i sing a sweet
happy long song.
and you are showing
them now
as i move it up
with a smile.
while you try
to move it back down.
i pull on the rope
a little
harder each time.
i am that 'child' in the swing.
and hanging you there
brings tears to my eyes.
i have tied off
your foot
to my hand.
i am that 'child' in your swing.
i love...
when you swing in the dark.