MY WAY

To tame the nag in the horse
Shearing its uninhibited mane
To a lame bob
Docking the feathers in its haughty tail
A half plucked chicken
Running helter-skelter in the coop
Ashamed of its new-found self
Its pride as humble as the clod
Filling its hooves
The flaring nostril that spewed
Hot breath
Now cold as the rivulets of sweat
That strokes its buxom flank
Its eyes a mirage
The bounty of power
The might of strength
The fullness of dreams
A reality in its phantom shadow
I cannot be controlled
I am uncontrollable