Chariot of Triumph,
by J. W. Cassandra
Gale flies on chariot of triumph –
I sweep by chariot of gale;
I race into combat, struggle –
I’m unworthy for my name:
My chariot wallows in blood up to axle,
I get wet in blood from top to toe;
The chariot sweeps for the combat –
I have no right for triumph at all.
Who confronts me, I conquer, to the mud I throw:
So my world becomes bloodshot;
My chariot sweeps for triumph,
My axle breakes in gate triumphal.