Day 14 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘The Black Horse’

I throw this flesh away,
the Emperor’s trumpet calling,
I find my extra feet,
the two legs I had forgotten.

My hooves talk to me,
filling my head with a chorus,
a sound I must carry
an army I must lead.

Now a blur of black muscle and bone,
the lone horse that sprints away,
further towards the horizon,
away from you . . . away from me.

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