A Horse of a Different Color
There are too many show horses.
All pomp and glitter, very little go-go.
Shiny-coated and dirty-hearted.
Pampered and fed the sweetest apples
Always neighing, give me- give me
give me everything
but doing nothing to earn it.
There are not enough plow horses.
The ones with matted coats.
Gleaning fields of root and rubble.
Smoothing it out for supple sowing.
They get the worst of the apples, but they plow on without accolade.
Wishing for some clean air and a little patch of green free space-
When the tables are brimming with food.
The show horses strut toward the front.
The plow horses wallow in the shadows
but the plow horses will sleep soundly
tonight
The show horses swat flies in their heads.
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