Bring solace to the cavalry,
slow the hoof-beats,
labor his breathing
and turn the crimson of his blood cold.
Hands once strong
taming the beasts of sport,
the soldiers momentum
carried on the backs of phantom ponies.
I watch your life:
swollen and bloated
the skin's metamorphosis
evolving from mustard to eggplant.
Sergeant I cannot stop this!
What has begun when the crown
breached into the light of earth
yellow now in the presence of the son.
Go now with the young men
twisted and wrecked in the desert,
into the solace of the woods,
where your stallions bask.
Exhale and expire my dear soldier,
you have served well and strong,
for I would not be at you side
to help you dislocate from this acrid world
had you not made the ultimate sacrifice.
May solace come soldier,
when as death looms near
that comfort will infuse the heart on your son
who awaits your coming peace.
