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Gate of the Broken Horse
The Gate of the Broken Horse
Survive so many floods,
and is confusion all you have?
restless rain spindle leaf,
does any gruff wind blow you down?
do you still trudge umber foot path
where bridges were made to places best shunned...
and rootless souls fall through knotted boards?
home might be one field over, or just never was.
pale, tender fireweed finds no sun,
dig, plant, dig, plant all you like
Your horse is broken.
Your plow is broken.
soil can't take salt to it's skin
the poison sows degenerations wide and long
as far as all the days you have left...
cry silently for you faithful friend...
but... leave that poor mare in a knacker's yard...
leave plow to rust in your Father's garden,
leave the salted fields.