The mule, he takes it, the stick
-to him
is but part of the hand
he will not fight it,
nor understand
His panniers sag from many stops
-a cruel master puts in river rocks
what use, a man might ask
but not the mule.
the reasons are sound,
plain for all to see why the man beats
the mule about his tired back
as he
looks calmly at the ground.
He hits all the harder
-the animal’s indifference
offends
the man believes the tree that breaks
is one that cannot bend
Excellent bit of poetry here. There are humans — sadistic humans — who have taken it to an art form and not only with the knowing mule.
thanks!
You’re very welcome.