The whip cracks, the voice bellows
The animal enters the cage of fellows.
The rage grows, the arm raises.
The animal wanders the route of mazes.
The eyes pierce, the chest expands.
The animal performs the show of commands.
The sweat drips, the brow furrows.
The animal concludes the game of burros.
The mind clears, the soul decries.
The animal I was, the trainer unwise.
jcg – 2013/04/30