All The Pretty Horses

men, could not

cry so terribly

Moaning, world

Martyred creation,

Filledwith

Anguish, filled

Terror and

GROANING

God's sake.

Slivery landscape comes

Between heaven and earth

Shoot them and endure it better

Gallop away

Fall

Run on

Belly R .I .P. ped open

Stumbles and

FALLS

Screams penetrate

Single shot cries out

Heap convulses

then

sinks down

still

wounded beast which fly in their pain

open mouths full of anguish

one horse drops

another

Last one

Props itself on it forelegs

drags itself

in circles

like a

merry go round

runs up and shoots it

Humbly, it sinks

cries are silenced

Vilest baseness to use horses in war.