POCAHONTAS

aurora borealis

the icy sky at night

paddles cut the water

in a long and hurried flight

from the white man

to the fields of green

and the homeland

we've never seen

Pocahontas

Neil Young sung by Johnny Cash

pic from avxhome.se

THE COLOUR OF HORSES

clint eastwood
johhny cash
the bible

say

Hell will follow a pale horse

the horses in this town -
this concrete estuary blip
of
sold-off dirty farmland
nail bars
and
shut cafes

are
dark stain colour
like
a
dead
mouse

and
all
that
follows
them
is their own flyswish tail of cobwebs and bumnuggets
or
puffa 
coat 
gypsy's
in a bouncing wooden buggy