Music: Harry Wright/MX World
In the apocalypse dream
A three-legged horse
Watches the end of the world
With laughter across a smile
Of a thousand teeth
Free from man
Yet bound by duty
She gallops in circles
Until the wet earth churns
And salt water runs
And iron swords rust
And the sky is clear
Still silent travesty
Marked by two resignations
Cold and unthinking
A daughter of language
Born into a third house
Providence was in the room that night