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POETRY: I AM A PONY AND MY BLEEDING ANKLES ARE THE MIDDLE EAST

by Matt Shaw

A pony, I am
Running, I am
Field of grass and green
Gallop, prance, neigh, whinny

Fun

 

A pony, I am
The weeds, whipping, slapping,
My ankles,
Running, I am
My ankles, bleeding,

Profusely

Profusely

Profusely

 

Bleeding, profusely
My owner, a woman, concerned
A woman, like all women,
Under appreciated, under paid,
Bandaging my ankles with soft, white, protective tape
She hums to herself a song about Love
to a man,

a Jew, killed in the war

 

My ankles bleeding
Moving, my legs are
The sky, the birds
They chirping, me neighing,

Nature smiling

 

My ankles, they bleed,
Barak and Arafat, are they jockeys
Friendless, flighty butterflies
They are purple, those butterflies, those bloody little creatures!
Profusely

Profusely

 

A pony, I am

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