We Are The Wild Things
We are the wild things
that grew up too soon
and submitted to taming, only
to be
haunted by dreams of
wilderness the rest of our lives
We are the wild things
that looked wide eyed at the
ordered world
and let it entice us with the
fallacy
that perfect is better than
good
We are the wild things
that fell in love with moon
and thought shackles are
garlands
that all lovers must be
adorned with
We are the wild things
that wore their yokes of
charity
with Dunkirk-spirit
but longed to fly away every
night
We are the wild things
that survived the banality of
wont
and found a way to sow our
oats
hitching a ride on whirlwinds
We are the wild things
lathered with wild honey and
hibiscus pollen
waggle dancing in forest fire
heedless, pinned against time
We are the wild things
that refused to be tamed
cleaving to our wantonness
as our last act of charity
Shackles of Nature -- Anika Nagpal
Dunkirk was a british Thoroughbred steeplechase racehorce that won the 1965 National Hunt Two-Mile Champion Chase (renamed the Queen Mother Champion Chase in 1980) by 20 lengths. The following year he was leading the King George VI Chase but crashed through a fence he was leaping and broke his neck. A veterinarian's report concluded that he was suffering from equine flu and was already dying before the fall. The horse has the 7th-highest Timeform highweight rating that measures "the merit of the horse expressed in pounds and is arrived at by careful examination of its running against other horses using a scale of weight for distance beaten which ranges from around 3 lb a length at five furlongs and 2 lb a length at a mile and a quarter to 1 lb a length at two miles".
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