Untitled First line “Like a Herd of Oxen”
Author Unknown
Like a herd of Oxen in iron yoke of days
with donkey patience striding in weeks dull circle
In your eyes there glows a heavenly prayer
quick as mice a slurp and a gulp
so I went away from your houses where the day
drags with hardship
A tubercular patient, pale
I ran away from your houses where the souls blood
devours scabs and air of graves
I ran away from your houses where
gloom feeds like a hungry rat
How good it is to float in the swinging
swift purposeful singing space
as on exotic rows of dreams
How good it is to wander the broad wide streets
like a luxurious coin of a legendary generous king
Where I will wander like this from street to street
until the blue land
until the blue land.