Road Wagon

Some of us want to ride on a wagon
With tortured beasts trampling earthbound insects
Closer to the habitats of Hell

We want to bounce when road bubbles
Cause wooden wheels to hike
We love the suspension of our limbs in air
If only to relive the clamp of gravity

Our wagon crunches into the ground
The beasts stomp-on
Galloping gracefully; effortlessly

Forward is their mission
And thus, ours is yet the same
But why aren’t we as calm as they?
These road bumps act as our land grenades

– Eric McCarty (1/9/2012)

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