Billy Green's Horse
by John B. LeeOntario, Canada
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What does it matter that Billy Green ran ... the artist has sculpted him horsed. And so though history's hero went racing shank's mare at the last through the bush to the house on the hill and so though legend has it that Levi lent Tip to the lad as with hands to withers of clay Billy was mud-smoothed to his mount under thumbs throbbing the mane past Albion Mills up the brow of the rock to the camp on the Heights above the blue bay. But what does it grieve us to think in the lag of the dark he was lifted by thunder or caught like black cloth on a thorn if we shrink to our facts as with time we are lied to we're like hands to the hearts of the cold. (from Suddenly Breathless, a work in progress)
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