- Big Horse -
Take Big Horse
And cover him with dirt.
Up to his ears in the conifer forest.
Earth grows hot above his head
But the smell of nettle;
In grandad’s car.
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When fire outrun the paper mill
Dig up his body and say,
“All’s bad has turned pale.
Rot to soot and there’ll stay”
So scoop up the ashes of him
And parade him down Main Street.
A pure man.
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Sew him into the gold of hills,
For stilted gum pushed to mud
By pine and oh so many.
Rich for flame and stallion
Starved of all but muscle.
Ravenous.
Once more.