ON WHITER HORSES


The ghostly riders canter up the M.one

Seeing nothing of cars

Seeing nothing of cops

Totally blind to the motorway stops

The new model army rides off into war

A general at the head of the Cromwellian corps.

They have ridden for so long

And now almost forgotten in word and in song.

Ceaseless

Unresting.

Oblivion is testing

Their patience.

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