I am a piece of porcelain
Thrown among the bulls;
Yet the painted glass
Masters all the mules.
They buck, and rage, and kick,
And flare their bulging chest;
They stomp the quiet dish
And snort with all their zest.
Shattered on the ground,
Mosaic all of crumbs,
In the dust resounds
Beauty’s greater sum.
Porcelain may look fragile
And beauty may look frail.
But the largest bull
Will heel at beauty’s tail.
Author Bio:
Carter Davis Johnson is an English major and cadet at the Virginia Military Institute. He grew up in Roanoke, Virginia where he developed a great passion for literature and began writing. Mr. Johnson has been published several times in The Society of Classical Poets, and writes both poetry and prose.
Thrown among the bulls;
Yet the painted glass
Masters all the mules.
They buck, and rage, and kick,
And flare their bulging chest;
They stomp the quiet dish
And snort with all their zest.
Shattered on the ground,
Mosaic all of crumbs,
In the dust resounds
Beauty’s greater sum.
Porcelain may look fragile
And beauty may look frail.
But the largest bull
Will heel at beauty’s tail.
Author Bio:
Carter Davis Johnson is an English major and cadet at the Virginia Military Institute. He grew up in Roanoke, Virginia where he developed a great passion for literature and began writing. Mr. Johnson has been published several times in The Society of Classical Poets, and writes both poetry and prose.
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