Chariots
the flesh and bones in which we live
are chariots we cant forgive
vessels filled with hated truth
a driving lie to keep us couth
with every drop and every drink
the apple drops and we do sink
the hook it draws and drags and drops
and birds like new winds build a nest
and rest
and insects rage within their cages
people cry and make mistakes again
and then
a new wind blows
and will again
and chariots are gone
Copyright © Ryan Mcneil | Year Posted 2014
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