I Shall...

Ride my little horse Like a charger up the sky, His wings spread wide, His forelegs high, With earth-dew at my feet, Moon-dew on my face, And the planet's gravitation Holding me in place.

I shall Canter on the skyway, Nor swerve from the course, My five senses gaited To my little horse; Hunger for the lovely, Heart-break for the sweet War-youth lately come To Eternity Street.

I shall Tell of the envenomed Lusts that bridle men, How the world's gone wrong (And threatens to, again) As a million starry eyes Blink to hide the tears They have hidden from the earth's Sad children down the years.

I shall Mark the burning stars For the innocent who lose Tomorrows to the ruthless Who despoil them as they choose; And my little horse will kick Stars like golden pebbles flung In sparks from his hooves For the imperishable young!