Six short lines, and a lot of strangeness packed into them. The speaker opens with a odd, almost pleading command: "Chamber us close / in the hand." It sounds like a request to be held tightly, kept together, perhaps like cards in a hand. "Moiety" means a half or share, so the speaker seems to be one part of a pair or a group, not a whole on their own. The title, "Ingroup," points the same way, toward belonging and being bound to others.
Then the image shifts to a figure on a playing card, a silent woman who just stays there, looking at a gallows and a hanged man. The speaker compares themselves to her: fixed in place, watching, unable or unwilling to speak or act.
The mood is eerie and still. There's comfort in closeness, but also a chill, as if being held within the group means being made to witness something grim without protest. The poem leaves open what the gallows stands for.