Thank you for letting me tell it straight, though you never could greatly care.
For I took a horse that wasn’t mine!... But there’s one the heavens brought me,
And I’ll hang right happy, because I know he is waiting for me up there.
From creamy muzzle to cannon-bone, by God, he’s a peerless wonder!
He is steel and velvet and furnace-fire, and death’s supremest prize;
And never again shall be roped on earth that neck that is “clothed with thunder” ...
String me up, Dave! Go dig my grave! I rode him across the skies!
Maxwell Bodenheim
THE REAR-PORCHES OF AN APARTMENT-BUILDING
A sky that has never known sun, moon or stars,