War God's Horse Song
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The War God’s Horse Song
I am the Turquoise Woman’s son
On top of Belted Mountain beautiful horses
slim like a weasel
My horse has a hoof like a striped agate
his fetlock is like fine eagle plume
his legs are like quick lightning
My horse’s body is like an eagle-feathered arrow
My horse has a tail like a trailing black cloud
The Holy Wind blows through his mane
his mane is made of rainbows
My horse’s ears are made of round corn
My horse’s eyes are made of stars
My horse’s head is made of mixed waters
(from the holy waters)
(he never knows thirst)
My horse’s teeth are made of white shell
The long rainbow is in his mouth for a bridle
and with it I guide him
When my horse neighs
different-coloured horses follow
When my horse neighs
different-coloured sheep follow
I am wealthy because of him
Before me peaceful
Behind me peaceful
Under me peaceful
Over me peaceful
Peaceful voice when he neighs
I am everlasting and peaceful
I stand for my horse
Pascale Petit is a French/Welsh poet living in the UK. She teaches creative writing in the galleries at Tate Modern
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