Another Hymn in Darkness

I met a man, who
half out of spite,
half out of a seething
mistrust

Pulled out a rod,
all of steel,
striking at once
the armour of my skull.

It broke, into two parts;

At night, when I was overcome
with my naked self -
no more than
a labyrinthine dementia -

I cried in pain:
Why did he have to?