The hills step off into whiteness.
People or
Regard me sadly,
I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath.
O
Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells -All morning
Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the
Fields melt my heart.
They
To let me through to a
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
