John Gallas
the Mongolian Women's Orchestra
enter the Mongolian Women's Band
with
the years,
whose music, theirs and theirs, like language learned,
inevitable, red and super-sound,
outplays the days the days that made it mine
and beauty beauty adds to it – its stir,
its wink, its melt, and anything that shines –
this is The Horse that Overtook the Wind:
the little men that ride the plain
on hearts that will not race again
whose hoofbeats knock on heaven's door –
they will not come back anymore
the history of hope is short :
it has one chapter – Youth. I thought
that memories would make me wise
but nothing comes as no surprise
across the windy open spaces
briefly bright their shining faces
do with beauty then are gone –
the horses gallop on and on
and if I played my darndest, darndest card,
who have no beauty now, no more, what tricks
I take have not the hearts they had before.
The Horse that Overtook the Wind is done,
and beauty beauty raced it well – its stir,
its wink, its melt and anything that shines.
exit the Mongolian Women's Band
with
the years.
