The Horse

Trimbling horse,
upon ground fell
Casting ‘way,
chains and cell

Choking visions,
burn like hell
All note-worthy,
all done well

Winged word
Stories tell
A graphic soul,
ripe to sell

Master whipping,
master yell
Upon deaf ears,
the hoarse did fell

5/25/04
©Hannahlore Starr
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