Mark Borczon writes

WHO BARES THE BURDEN

I only ever throw pennies
In fountains where the hero
Sits on a horse
I put my faith in who
Bares the burden
Not in who
Holds the sword

And I have spent a life time
Walking in graveyards
Striking stick matches
Against family stones
Following my burning hand
Trying to find my
Way home

And I have poured milk
Into the bean black eye of death
To bleach it blond
And chain it down
Until it became
Weak and
Drinkable

I have always known
My time aint long
That what I done
Would bare an explanation
And I better know it
Well before I do
Anything anyone
Would notice

 

 
 J. C. Nichols Memorial Fountain, Kansas City, Missouri --  Henri-Léon Greber