At customs, they confiscate your daughter
like a forged passport.
Today they cuff a child in an airport,
tomorrow they throw him from the walls of Troy.
The man on the other side of the one-way mirror
breaks his name open, offering
irrefutable as a half-life in hell
six hundred and thirteen reasons to be kind.
We who have only one reason to be cruel
catch our eyes in the mirror, waiting for our cue.