Saturday, February 13, 2016

pull

as you feel
the whip hit your back
opening up old wounds
making new ones,
you pull the oar
towards you,
then away. the others
do the same.
all in a row,
shackled to their fate.
the ship moves on.
it's what we do,
to keep the world going
as it is.
we know no better way.
pull, the master
says. pull.

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