BARNYARD

beyond the fences

behind the barnyard door

around the corner see the rising dust

a road awaits us

 

feel the wind

life your domesticated eyes

beyond this pasture

beyond these placid skies

 

run past the mouths

that mouth sweet, easy words

run past the hands

that pull you gently, softly down

 

gallop out the gate and down the road

past the corrals with empty eyes

leave behind your bit and bridle

and boots that kicked your sides

 

The Farmer will call you, call you back

his wife will spill her tears

his dogs will leap to rip your heart

their teeth will taste your heels

 

the barnyard is green

the trees and grass seem lush

the smell of complacency rises

within the stinking, peacful hush

 

away into the world

run from the hands that fill your feedbag

and pull you down

and pull you down

 

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