Dock Horses

I see you bending,
the dock horses stumble
sultry and sound
they beckon for souls

Dappled and grey
their tails swish through time
stomping at you
holding what's true

Ferus thoughts
as you glance at me
eyes only open
to mine

Dock horses know
the fate of some
keeping alert at the helm;
steady and shackled
they keep to their work
while you bend and
reach for more

@gmcknight '11