by d.a.levy
i thought they were
wind chimes
in the streets at nightwith my young eyes
i looked to the east
and the distant ringing
of ghost ponies
rose from the groundPonies Ponies Ponies
(the young horse becomes
a funny sounding
word)i looked to the east
seeking buddhas to
justify those bells
weeping in the darknessThe Underground Horses
are risingCherokee, Delaware, Huron
we will return your land to youthe young horses
will return your land to youto purify the land
with their tearsThe Underground Horses
are rising
to tell their fathers"in the streets at night
the bells of Cherokee ponies
are weeping."
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