i am the ass
beaten for seeing
beaten for knowing
beaten for my halting steps
beaten for my dread awe of what is there
there in the moment
there just ahead on the path yet
there is the stick coming down again
drumming my hide for more action
and i must go forward
or bear the beating inarticulate
under the bearing of ill-will on my back
in dread awe
i am the ass
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