J>THE GALLOP

THE GALLOP

Riding the green sea
nose to the wind
some has put their shirt on my back
whip whip I must not slack.

Up over the bracken
just clipping the waters edge
cutting the turf
gallop gallop for what I'm worth.

Nose to the wind
bit in my teeth
heels in my side
dig in dig in I abide.

Five bodies length in the clear
chasing hooves can't come near
running for home
and the freeing of my mane
and un-tie the twists of pain.

Nose to the turf
and smell of the earth
the crack of the frame
she cannot get up again.

The curtain of death is put around
the humane killer is found
and makes that harrowing
bone piecing sound
but at the end of the day their is no honey
just money.