Horsemen post 1
CANTO I Atop this olden dust horsemen ride, Under the sunshine, beneath raindrops, Underneath the snowflakes, below hail, Their breaths abide warm, their lungs exhale, Loving and abhorring their hearts bring- As life, the-endless-fowl beats wings on, Hours of darkness drop on the aged dust Like twigs befallen by raven’s wing- Many raven skies quit like water Evaporates, men act epic songs Yet love though soft, ‘tis a vast matter- Be it love that goes down from the-blue And feeds dampness to seedlings in leas; Be it love that nailed the-Christ to tree; Or love flung from saintly chests like pants, Heading towards the crown of Heaven; Or lusty love that flows like river, With only twain shores, hearts of lovers; Be it the love apt to burn if bits Of a mother’s soul is in her arms, Slurping her nipple’s milk into the Tender embrace of a toothless mouth- In this ever playing earthly ride, Sons-of-Eve are dim casts taking sides In a grand conflict that was ere t...