Not Be Had

He is alone
orange and iron-willed
rusting on ferrous legs
Old and stubborn
he will not be had,
for having been had
has not served him well

Ragged, beaten, 2nd class
tattered fur, starved
tortured by parasites
never a peaceful place to sleep
never a safe place to hide
Worn and tired
he will not be had

She tries, she begs
she connives, she feeds
but rusting iron cannot feel
cannot trust, cannot rest
In a hidden place, away
he suffers in indignity
iron weighing him down.

He eats only when she goes,
his iron bones heavy
wearing out, wearing down
Four legs with twisted tail
heavy as the weight of the world

And she waits
she plots, tears of frustration
Would trade her dignity for his
but he will have none of it
Rain snow, beaten by the sun
rusting into oblivion..

He will not be had.

-@hoomin