With Head Held High

by michaelcahill

Shall I rise to greet

   the grand new day?
though spindled and sprawled

ridicule like so many
     carelessly tossed anvils
weigh me

      down

the right thing
the noble road travelled
                the "well dones"
                                and "good shows"
                                                echo in the canyon
                                                with
   mocking
   honey
   dripping
   tones

isn't the wicked
sneer of victory
a haughty prancing preference
to this snail's arabesque?

                I have my honor
                            my precious pride
my dubious dignity

you have

the girl ...

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A chapter in the book To Cherish Thorns

With Head Held High

by michaelcahill

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