I.
Come, my horsey green, will you carry me
Till the fields of this earth give way
As tokens of the world to come,
Where shores of light shimmer
And the only path is the sea to be swum?
II.
Come, my horsey green, this morn shallow,
A signal, the night not shorn of sorrow
Countenances of nightmare numb
In spite the fiery nature of the sun.
III.
Self of swine, praise the form of womankind.
Come, my horsey green, this day already falters
Let us descend where once roamed a father
To find a path out other than by death
Never found by these eyes the bible saith.
IV.
Come, my horsey green, the way of a greater arc
A barest hint of glory
Our path before us straight
Overtake it and conquer it with strength and strong faith.
V.
My horsey green, who stirs
In the vale of imagination
By utterance or name
Wending its path or no path.
An emerald companion
Bestrides the way upon a horse
Triumphant with shield and jewel
Magnifying the light.
I have heard this self speak
When give my ear’s expanse
Stern death adumbrate, count the hours passed.
Warrior, Felt, Undertaker, and other stories 