Dark Horses Poem by James McLain

Hidden as I watch the mouth of the serpant talks.
Hidden,
hidding a mound of serpants learn to fly and walk.

Lazarus came to speak to me and heaven is divine.
You,
I have come to free I play underneath in the thunder.

You came to stay she came to be free thus my stones.
Rejoice,
I am the thief in the sky and each sleeping hill I move.

I am caught between the middle of the line,
and more than death,
are the white contrails the finger one child's gift I have.

From either side you slipped it out beneath your body.
My memory,
I left without my leaving you
any memory that you were ever there, 'dearest kissed.

Dark horses I have withstood, uncontrolled withstood them all.
The giver of life like me is uncontrolled.
One battle or two or three when one is more but never less.