Over the city and the universe, tied tongues gather the forks
for the horses and the trailers that spend the winter.
They harvest through the mind of the shadows as they talk
to your mind and change your decisions without permission.
A gentle thief with cannonballs strapped down to his feet
he walks thorough on his toes clad in coat-hangers.
The purple monster of dread pulls purpose from his hands
and presses down the buttons of hatred and anger.
Thunder and the lightning comes from the sainted churches of
the martyred man of wisdom and the children from above.
And calling out the wrecking ball is coming down to shove,
the horses in the water are barely breathing.
The deep and blackened evening, the crystal bell of the ball
the shadowy master runs from midnight crashing.
The random mind of the genius, the countless counted fates
that made him who he is without even asking.
He shudders at the very thought of tragedy made to play
a part in his gathered wisdom depleting.
The ashes of the gentleman, the rotting body of the grey
haired lady on the battlefield of hapless breathing.
The horses run the shadows away and build a safety gate
where the genius waits for judgement day but it’s a day too late.
And the woman in the cemetery, for her dead husband she will pray
for the last baby mule to take her breath away.
The masterful mind of government, the circular demon’s hole
that had no chance of being or belonging anywhere.
The capital letter of your own name that on that canvas you have drawn
and there’s no picture, just empty paper everywhere.
They cover up the floorboards from melting brown to red
and the dying horse he bleeds on to the paper.
The man who stands at the doorway watching the horse die
lights cigarettes and puts them out on nature.
Flashing out the eyes of man and cutting down the trees,
he bleeds out all his wonder and fortune now deceives.
And for each and every dying horse that God will never see
the aching man he waits for judgement day.
About the Creator
Annie Kapur
200K+ Reads on Vocal.
English Lecturer
🎓Literature & Writing (B.A)
🎓Film & Writing (M.A)
🎓Secondary English Education (PgDipEd) (QTS)
📍Birmingham, UK
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