What Will Horses Do?

Do me a favor,
Shake your head back and forth
See if it’s on tight.
Pistols ring out in freezing cold,
Silence broken in a snowy night.
I wonder if you’ll pick up a stone
Like the one John threw.
Honey, if footmen tire you, what will horses do?

It was getting late
She feared she lost the chance
The blinds shut before dark
In those early days of France
Families forced to send
Children one by one,
With a gun, so off balance,
Not even size seven shoes.
If footmen tire you, what will horses do?

He could not believe
What he saw
As his son flew the plane.
The boy had a color blinded voice
No other choice.
He flew one of those war hangers
Hang-ed over head over mountains,
Full of lives that had been led.
Stomach full of dread, oh
He left me too.
If footmen tire you, what will horses do?

And in Queens,
Sometimes the air would boil.
Spanish immigrants
With cuffed pants in the toil.
Across town a man planned to kill
a future ex-brother-in-law.
It may appal
If this was not the life that you knew.
The Miller field crash came
Right before noon.
If footmen tire you, what will horses do?

Good god, it is the year of the dog
And the birds above know it too.
For those that wish to own from the sun to the moon
I hope you die, I hope you die soon,
So I can stomp on your grave, make mockery of your name
Bring shame and trash on what you did.
So, honey, get stubborn and fly,
Blow a bullet through the blue.
If footmen tire you, what will horses do?