aurochs

Burly beast of burden,
Your heart has wrent your weary soul
In twain betwixt your breast and bone,
Bleached from aimless roaming.
Your tricks delight your labored mind,
Unholy fingers twist the vine,
You grit your teeth against the odds
While old threads come undone.

Watch the world with wide wet eyes,
A glary gaze within a hue
Of blue so brazen in its lies
You have no option but to view,
With all suspicion of a carrion bird.
Glossy feathers reveal black heart,
Little crow, so caution serves
As you snap up scraps of memory.

A wicked way of wandering 
Weftwise weaves through golden vale.
Bars of birch meet weary sky
Above the beleaguered bearer.
Cling not hopefully to the past,
All that is lost has come and gone.
Smile behind exhausted eyes,
And chase once more the brilliant dawn.