trampling
2008/12/25 in poems
trampling
by tanner brockwell
trampling
stampeded hooves
pounding the gulch
where is the rain
with so much thunder
near the coursing
the current
falling for danger flows
don’t dare don’t
every hand watches
the rampaging brands
a scar a stamp that fiery
dark beneath the sheltering sky
that would not open with relief
the dust rise choking
till these currents mix
of flesh and dust and a deadly rush
that pulsing is cacophonous
and dizzy as the the pulling waves
crash against the faded days
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