The Horses Are Asleep

The horses are asleep with heavy eyes that close.
In dreams they trace the path by which the river flows.
Let spirit now align with the estuary.
As nightfall's open mouth howls out to the sea.
It starts with a kick then, hips align vertically.
Muscle and bone assemble.
The carriage of her arms breaks free.
I douse this bullrush with petrol from a can.
And into the forest with it lit I ran.
I'm a man.
I'm a man.
I'm a man, with a child's heart
The horses are asleep, the stable door will lock.
Count the hours you keep on a ballerina clock.
Let spirit now align the current of the breeze.
As nightfall's open mouth howls out through the trees.
It starts with a kick then, hips align vertically.
Muscle and bone, assemble
The carriage of her arms breaks free.
I douse this bullrush with petrol from a can.
And into the forest with it lit I ran.
I'm a man.
I'm a man.
I'm a man, with a child's heart.