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.