The Smith scratches his bald head
and sighs, exasperated it seems
by the famer’s
and the village’s
lack of understand his point,
that the horse is lame
and needs to be destroyed.
Why shoe a horse good only good for glue
He asks with arrogance in his voice,
educated not for the betterment of
those who seek his service,
but confrontational, weak livered
but full of supposed moral superiority.
He pays no heed to the cries and objections
that the horse can still provide a means