Horses

by Generic Pseudonym (Contributor)


Thunder on a path
We don’t want your wrath
Do the math; we’re dust in your fur
Under those muscles we’re dead in a blur
Rider goes with you, hold ‘em
They turn you south, condemn

Bust the barn door down
Knock off the crown
Run the bad rider right out of town
No remorse
No force but our old loyal Boxer the Horse
We are nature, but you’re gravitational force

Mother nature’s firstborn titan
Across the plains are your great flight and
Should we wish it, bear us but never lighten
Your load
We’re with you all down the road.
No, Mister Ed, No, Fuseli’s dream we’re right here with you
At least until we turn you into glue.