AND I WOKE UP IN THE MIDDLE OF A STAMPEDE OF WILD HORSES

and i woke up in the middle of a stampede of wild horses
hooves stomping against the dust i moved like the wind
and in the monstrous thunder of our unstoppable pack
i felt unstoppable

fifteen hundred heartbeats per second
we veered down the mountain passes beneath a sun god
that gave good reason just to be
just to be four heels clacking against the earth

we don’t always riot for some specific pamphlet
sometimes we just need to remind the earth
that we deserve to be heard

and i looked back
past the mass of wild horses behind me
and there past our great herd
was a looming shadow just past the horizon
and i had to take a second to ask myself

how long have we been doing this?
and what exactly are we running from?

COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2015

Author: brice maiurro

Denver poet. Author of Stupid Flowers, out now through Punch Drunk Press.

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