In Which the Cyclist Reveals Truth to the Rooster in the Road
You were here first,
Closer by the second,
I am the Conquering Dog on a white wheel.
Cross the road
Strut like a man, stupid bird
I am War Fox on a red bicycle.
Peck at the grain spilled on the shoulder
I am Hunger on black tires.
Puff your comb Chanticleer,
Stand your proud ground.
I am Death too pale for you to see.