Thursday, July 19, 2012

Poetry Thursday July 19

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.

Blue-speckled egg-son,
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.

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