Four Horsemen Will Not Ride Tonight Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Four horsemen will not ride tonight
a cowboy sang to the lone and yellow stars
I imagined it this way

a night he could not rest, a Christmas Eve
and the steeds are restless
and the cattle moan

as if they expected
the worst snows ever
the blizzards of millenial proportions.

Four horseman may not ride tonight
he sings to the velvet shadows
from his soul

the one of woe, the one that splits the skies
the one of disastrous enterprise
the one of sundering flame

sweet Jesus looking down
remember my refrain and

turn them down another road
and take from us this heavy load
who roam and guard

your Plains.
lest the bitter world

remain.

mary angela douglas 8 july 2017