oh
but the ponies that prance
light and glittering
upon the fields so green
that lay before the eyes and faces of
the effervescent beauties
of poise and stature
may enjoy the spoils of said
beauties’ brief attention
but those mules
who toil
back in the dim stables
away from high praise
they shall reap the warmth
ebbed from the heart of the
dark beauty
kept well away
in world’s corner
rare
and precious indeed
