This poem is for the Donkey of Villanueva de la Vera. A view from the eyes of the chosen Donkey.

A Donkey's Inferno

Is it the river Styx
That I travel this day?
Bruised and scratched
Pushed on all sides
I flee so furiously
Toward my own suicide?
Devils they must be
As they yell and rake
And my doleful soul
Feels implanted like a stake.
If you can, Speakout!
For my species sake
For this day is malignant
And I hope I will wake
From this nightmare inferno
This Timult and Escape...
Would they choose one of their own
For such treatment today?
To receive the first blows
To be covered in filth
To sail the human river of Styx
And be mangled and broke.
They must envy me
In their pride of this day
Electing their own souls in exchange
As their eyes betray me.