Hang on, stitching together your page...

Their clasps unraveling to useless tangles,
the cages popped apart all down the chain,
their hinges broken, hatches fallen angles,
and on our heads a rain of wicker cane.
Their clasps unraveling to useless tangles,
the cages popped apart all down the chain,
their hinges broken, hatches fallen angles,
and on our heads a rain of wicker cane.