Concerns of An Emblematic Unicorn
Defying gravity, I stand paralyzed on this wall day in and day out. Although my
friends and I spend time together in the forest, I feel ensnared like a mouse in a
trap. What makes me any different than a mouse caught in a trap anyway? Every
day people come to stare at me as if I am some attraction, some tool to please the
eyes of a murderous race. Oh what I would give to be that mouse…no one wants to
see the mouse: they just want to get rid of it. The fire of a thousand stares burn my
skin day after day. I now understand the difference between the mouse and the
unicorn: a quick, untimely death as opposed to my slow…my painful…my burning
existence. Species like me exist for the mere pleasure of others. I am the
entertainer. I am the jester. My so-called glory is the glory of a King led to His cruel
death. Is this how He felt? You who I was created to signify…is this what You felt? Is
this what You call glory? Man reveres me! They call me the most pure and the most
elegant of all the creatures! What have I done…what have we done to deserve
this? Why do I even ask? There is no use…my paralytic existence keeps my
questions from the world. If man could hear me for just one moment, I would tell
them this:
Walk across the room,
Spot the tapestry,
By the time you get there,
Man has slaughtered me.
Confused? Do some research on the New York Metropolitan Museum of Art's exhibit
of the tapestry room ;)
Copyright © Mike A. | Year Posted 2011
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