The Hanging Woman Poem by James McLain

The Hanging Woman
When I walked by
and tied were her feet, there too question.
Absurdly was I
and but by that, faces too, both upside down.

She juggled my words around her smile
and me left where to stand.
Would she but do and leave me too hang
and do as she would I ask.
Those hands so sure on the ropes of the past
and tied so sure in the now.
I am no god
and her reasons last hope,
as she unties the ropes,
I cry..