Beast of Burden

The Beast of Burden These last words of this collection Is salutation to mules, donkeys and horses? They have disappeared from city life, yet without them No city would have been built From the landscape to they have gone without a lament Without them, no field would have been ploughed We owe them our way of life. They were sacrificed in our senseless wars. We remember them not and that sadness me There is a hole, in landscape a white dot beside an oak Where the mare of many foals stood I miss the sturdy beauty of donkeys and mules, And the aroma of their work is gone, and we are poorer For the vision, we shall not see again