• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 11
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Empirical bridle

The tamed, the tamer,
the plains manipulator,
the land at large subjugated
by my compadres’ cavalry charge –
unacknowledged weapons
of international relations,
a corps of diplomatic stallions;
under my hooves
empires were stabilised,
reins of dominion formed.
I burden carry, I hope race,
a fettered fulcrum, a bronco lever
for a history already
galloping away from us.