Wild Horse

My heart is a wild horse
With its mane a flame
Its hoofs smoke
And its pathway ashes
Scattering trails in the wind.

I am a riderless pony
Green-broke
Near wild
And enemy to the bridle.

Do not speak to me
Of peace and safety.
These are the delusions
Of children
And old women.

Life is fury-filled
And bitter.
Life is bent
And cruel.

Try and throw
Your blanket over me
And I will stomp you.

Try and harness me
And smoke will issue
From my nostrils
And consume you.

My heart is a wild horse
With neither name
Nor paddock.
My heart is a wild horse.