"The Silent Horse"

I hear the sound
Of the Merry Go Round
Off in the distance
In the silence of the cool night air
Long ago when the music would flow
In the midst of the rag bag fair
An owl might hoot
An elephant might roar
The chug of the train that waits
It carries with it the many hearts
Of those who sleep upon crates
Stinging fingers that cannot penetrate
What is lifted as a great weight
I only listen to the merry go round music
For I know not of my own fate

~Moses
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