We Are Oxes
We Are Oxes
Beat me, Rae, Carter, we are oxen
Whip us as many as we have no mouth
We have no eyes and have to go South
Pulling a part of life so barren.
Blame for the light, too, under the cart
Yet, you Mercy: even night is dark
Moonlight looking a twinkle as a lark
Then two are merry in yoke-start.
Hungers allow not pulling a foot
It is ours that try we much
Guilty not yours is only a suit
That wishes to go are ours and such.
Hungers adown in wishes you know
So, fill potency as living we bow.