Drawn And Quartered Poem by Nate Carter

Horses tethered to each taut appendage,
The time draws near for my final hemorrhage.

Once so strong, so sure and true,
With hope in my heart, and much good to do.

But that all has changed, as life often does,
Can’t hold it together, need help from above.

Stretching and pulling, gripping and ripping,
Each horse goes his way, my strength quickly slipping.

Flesh torn asunder, as my strength wanes,
The pressure too great, still my will fights the pain.

The great tension builds like a raging inferno,
Soon from this Earth will my spirit go.

I hear the whips crack, the steeds they pull forward,
Rendering my body lifeless and quartered.

Muscle and sinew, joint and bone,
Together no longer, separate, alone.

Broken is the vessel I once called me,
And in it now, I can no longer be.

For that which I was, is now lost to time,
The wages of living, this life of mine.