I built the wings, but I fell instead

Worked the line at Boeing’s hall
Built the planes, I knew it all
But after hours, deep at night
I sought a different kind of flight

No, I ain't some lost pretender
Just a man turned to surrender

Stallion, take me where the dark hooves pound
Where the weight drives through the ground
Back in Enumclaw, where the tall tales spread
Where the beasts lay men to bed

I met the horse, he stood so tall
Muscled frame, a beast enthralled
Took my place, I braced in tight
Felt the push, the breach, the bite

No, I ain't some lost pretender
Just a man who can’t remember

Stallion, take me where the dark hooves pound
Where the weight drives through the ground
Back in Enumclaw, where the tall tales spread
Where the beasts lay men to bed

Ruptured walls, the blood ran hot
Air grew thin, my body fought
Left to die, no name, no grace
A cold red room, a ruptured place

No more blueprints, no more wings
Just a whisper, just the sting
A final breath, a tale too grim
A man who let the horse deep in

No, I ain't some lost pretender
Just a name they won’t remember

Stallion, take me where the dark hooves pound
Where the weight drives through the ground
Back in Enumclaw, where the tall tales spread
Where the beasts lay men to bed

I chose my ride, the horse rode me
Left a tale they’ll never see

I built the wings, but I fell instead

Mister Hands

Graduated from Corman Park College of Dental Numismatics in 1993, with a graduate degree in Experimental Post-Sludge.

mchorsebones@gmail.com

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