Ma Nian
Ma
Horse, horse, who is your eye
Paws patient at Grey City gates,
Thigh-surging thoughts of home.
Horse, horse, who is your heart
Trots the duskward light of lies
Undreaming stars, empty as night.
Horse, horse, who is your lung
Gallops grim to War’s ‘Open Fire!’
Angel unfurling of common tongues.
Horse, horse who is your gut
Strides the eco-weeping wilds
Shape-changer in dawn’s early dew.
Horse, horse who is your mind
Canters home, over plains of pain;
Hooves to story you in nature’s dance.
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