Black horse I see old men shrunk in their skin
their strength sapped
their eyes pale and watering
the very bones of them twisting out of shape
while their sticks give them
some dignity
a little help on the road down to that place
and i see their faces wary and waiting
for that which is coming
and i wonder if,like me,they hear it
a distant sound
a fast hoofbeat in a slow heart beat
known and unknown
the black horse....
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