What a sentence – “the horse is in the field.”
Does it imply a horse-inhabited landscape
of fields rolling,
pocked with wild-flowers, a crop,
as far as the eye can see?
Does it suggest a legion of soldiers
marching by with their kits,
a simple farm-boy among them
who gazes on the browsing horse
with longing for his homestead?
Does it foretell of a scene
where an unmanned horse nuzzles
fallen men, strewn in the casual,
splayed, abandon of the dead?
Does it intimate that a horse is
a guileless companion to man,
a witness to all that takes place
in fields everywhere?