Horse
i drag this carriage
with a whip at my back
slowly leading them
to their destinations
to their privileges
i hear the clop of my hooves
against the stone of their streets
and it is a dirge of captivity
it plays
repetitiously reminding me
that i wear this bridle for life
that running into the wild and free
and galloping only at the behest of my heart
is an unobtainable dream
that i live
abandoned of hope
to enable man’s
tireless aspirations of indolence
