Horse with No Name

By Avery S

By: ________

Above the vastest mountain, tasteless with identity 

As I loom above the prairie with voiceless sovereignty 

I want to be that one…That horse

The horse with a name

The one who strides free with tender hair.

Us with no name—

Stride with clapping ankles, tearing our skin with spews of blood, toiling to be named.

The horse with a name wins everything, taking the most from the nameless—

Drop your gifts for it to squabble over like a disposable packhorse—

You can follow that dammed, blessèd horse—who does nothing to receive everything

Give it a new name for all who are burdened to care!

The nameless are cursed with jealousy

All for the taste of identity.

Identity…

A Horse with No Name 

Will never possess 

The horse with a name

the horse with no name

They’re the same horse.

Because all horses see themselves as nameless within 

A selfish creed to care of themselves

And envy all else who think the same thing

Now, as everyday goes on in this horse stable of our kind,

We all hate ourselves a little more:

They all hate themselves, turning to hate each other

None of the horses deserve a name.

• Avery S?

If that even is a name…