Your Savage

Is this what I am to you:
That boy who won't stay
In his seat, the one who
Doesn't do his homework,
Laughs, and ends up sent
Away to cool his heels
In someone's office?
Am I Mongol, dressed
In leather, racing, solo,
On the prairie, always
Circling back to you,
And you are order,
Grim and neat, within
A castle, safe, and, if
Not wholly happy,
Reassured that your life's
Moving, like a glacier,
To a careful plan?
I see you on the parapet.
I see your smile when
I wave. I know you'll
Never leave the castle,
But I cannot ride away.
I'll howl. My horse will
Paw the ground, and you
Will ponder chaos, undone
Homework, what I am to you.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-09 at 00:59

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