The horse with A White Stripe
Everything rang in my old house
The clocks and the doorbells
And even the ID tags.
Now I've stopped time
And realize who I hate.
At the Garden of the Gods.
Have you seen me?
Ride my horse
Into the Dirt
With my six bullets encapsulated in my shotgun.
My weapon grinds as
I shoot yet doesn't fire.
Then I've known I've made it
To my destination.
I drank from the rose
garden and saw
the lurch of water carry the pedals
dead from weather,
Yet it was alive as I
And the water still
Hurt me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world