Let me follow you, War Horse
From your Prussian fields
Through the Balkans,
Your herd is a motley crew
Of blue-bloods.
Requisitioned from circuses and castles.
Race tracks and barracks.
Lead me with your senses,
Your hearing, your sight.
Let me follow your awareness
Of the scent of battle,
The courage of your innocence
And the fate of your Christ.
