04-05-2016, 09:05 AM
Parade
A bony man on a sickly horse
came cantering my way.
They had no mind to alter course
on this or any day.
Behind them a parade of fools
danced slightly out of step—
undead, as if a band of ghouls,
they laughed until they wept.
I followed them with potency;
a darling bud of May.
I had no mind to alter course,
but stepped with all the fray.
By dusk we reached a common grave
and balked to read the names
inscribed by bony hands that waved
not one of us away.
A bony man on a sickly horse
came cantering my way.
They had no mind to alter course
on this or any day.
Behind them a parade of fools
danced slightly out of step—
undead, as if a band of ghouls,
they laughed until they wept.
I followed them with potency;
a darling bud of May.
I had no mind to alter course,
but stepped with all the fray.
By dusk we reached a common grave
and balked to read the names
inscribed by bony hands that waved
not one of us away.