The Pony Girl

Saddle up and bite the bridle
miles of range to ride and I’ll
sway beneath my cowboy, for
I am his pony girl

I see meadow, I see mountain
I see seas of shame and fountains
of the blood of slaughtered horses,
ride your pony girl

Putting me down hurts you more than it
hurts me, but you’ve smelt the panic
quivering the moonlit herd,
let loose your pony girl

Slap my hind and off I’ll run
you’re back to a new filly, son of a gun
doomed to wander the cold black night
but free, the pony girl.

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