You stroll down your road,
killing the leaves of fall,
crushing the veins of families.
On this fourth-last fall of all
you leave what you see
without thinking
take what you have
for granted
give all you can
to yourself.
And blindfolded horses come running to you
with rage in their sweat and sweat on their souls,
the forth-coming moments pour onto your heart
and brake it in pieces that cut through your skin.
You dread the great pain you see coming.
The horses grow wild
they spread
they make love,
their voices burst out and give in to the strain
while screaming encouraging words towards you:
“Be calm, our feet won’t leave a trace,
your body, so tightenly roped to the ground,
is part of the soil that is eating your back,
our hammer-like feet are the crucial link
between you and your dirt
and the one of Earth.”
And at the moment they crush you and whisper:
“Peace upon you, keep on sailing, peace upon you…..keep on sailing…..”
you’re already dead and your soul’s puffed away
in a sheer fear of pain.
You have lost your horizon.
David Vedder
(David Stefansson)
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