Under Control

Sensible notions, hateful emotions.
A child in a noose.
His hands come up,
his feet go down
and at the last moment finds he is cut loose.

So you see, he is free
and his little eyes weep,
for the deed that he has been done.
The demon inside, its golden eyes wide,
realizes what has been done.

A loop in a knothole secured by a spoke,
from it dangling the end of the rope.
A single claw cut and a single good hope,
it was the demon who separated the child and cable
and realized that of compassion, he was enabled.