He cried <br /> <br />as the lights and sounds came <br />crashing <br />down on his body. <br /> <br />The <br />herd heard <br />his cries <br />but galloped on, <br />bridled in Easter colors <br />and flacid <br />eyes.<br /><br />Colin Pickett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/requiem-for-a-merry-go-round/
