capitulate

he carries it with him
like a penance

it bends his back
and slows his step
as he wraps it
around himself

a coarse and cumbersome coat
made of sodden wool
it clings
damp and heavy

he trudges stoically
the weight willing him
to the ground

if only he'd capitulate

and she marches
next to him
through summer
in solidarity

encouraging
cajoling
entreating
imploring
at every step
for him to, please,
please, look up
release the cloth
which burdens him so
to see the sunshine
and feel the warmth of it
on his skin

if only he'd capitulate

but he will not let go
for it guards him
from a winter
she cannot see