Mount, Saddle, Weapon, Rider

final dismount, final ride pasture waits for dappled roan girth mark of the lonely byways lather from the battles flown dew eyed weary, spinal backed stumble step'd and nostril blown... stirrup brass with bugle hung faded strap and leather worn bridle twisted, crackled spur broken packboard, blanket torn carbine scabbard, saddle sore salt and stain wrung round the horn... cosmoline and splintered stock powder burned and pointed lead flashpan crusted, blackened sight ramrod tamped and barrel fed faceless names etched in the action thunder echoed, eardrums bled... now the rider, less the man mustered out a thousand suns restless eye and palsied hand scattered mind behind the gun drumbeat sigh and breaking heart no true glory grasped and won... in the world of the world in joy's cascade as much as grief season turns while seasons end wind blows down the autumn leaf.