Meditation #15

Duty, the mare’s tail,
keeps the flies away
from the Big Warhorse’s Neck
so she can trample on merrily ahead.

Honor is a carpet bombing
bunker busting drillpointed beetle
always scuttling underfoot. 
Everyone knows he’s there,
everyone’s trying not to step on him,
he always gets stepped on and then,
watch out.

Country tries to stay out of trouble
but it’s a farm, dammit,
there’s always something needs doing.

Love flees to the city,
dreams of home,
worries about the folks she left behind.

But not enough to want
to go back.