Poems of a Young Man: “THE YOKE AND THE SERVANT”


Working towards

some unseen end

with senseless passion


he huffs and pants

a human Hercules

hauling his heavy load

like a bloated python encoiled

around throbbing neck,

across sagging shoulders

over aching head.


He pauses,

gasping for breath

through cracked, mud-spattered lips,

bloodied red hands tossing off sweat from

his furrowed sunburnt brow,

staring at the horizonless road ahead,

blind white eyes

clouded with the anger

and the ravage of time-

and, with each labored breath,

he thought about his life.


He thought

that all in all

he was a happy man.

*   *   *

© KPKeelan
(10- 22- 79)

About KPKeelan

Fool, Philosopher, Lover & Dreamer, Benign TROUBLEMAKER, King and Jester of KPKworld, an online portal to visual and linguistic mystery, befuddlement and delight.
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