Look Into My Eyes and Say Goodbye
For hundreds of years they have survived,
in spite of man,
the heat of the deserts,
survived the violence at man’s hands and fists,
and his military commands
Like a gentled woman still they stand loyally beside man,
raising their young ,
nurturing the offspring ,
feeding on the wonder of nature’s exclusivity ,
asking so very little
The mustangs endure the blowing winds
of Wyoming ,
the hardened snow capped peaks of
Montana,
the blazing suns of Arizona
Nevada
New Mexico.
And tomorrow the riders on horseback riding the very same horses
will rope and run and trap and connive the mustangs once again into the funnel gates of
the desert , they will drive syringes of liquid into the panicked protruding veins of the wildest bloodstream left anywhere on earth
they will punish the mustang into a panicking lather as they separate mother from son and sire from daughter ,
they will drive the screaming masses of thundering hooves into metal
containers that transport the mustangs through a time warp in
the heart of humanity
into the country
from which the mustangs came
Mexico
and for what ?
For dog food ?
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As a man that grew up in the west and as a writer of western novels, I love horses… thank you for reminding me of that..
This is so sad, Ed. I am a horse lover even though I don’t own any (I have in the past). The wild horses should. Not be seen as pests and sold as dog food. What a sad end for a majestic beast. Our Government has decided to try rounding up the wild brumbies of the a Snowy River area for culling due to overpopulation. Tales like “The Man from Snowy River” could become a thing of the past.
A sad ending to such proud and enduring creatures. I love horses too and thing this despicable. So nicely rendered with stark imagery and a profound message Ed. Lovely work and heartfelt in your love for horses and the land in which they inhabit.