Fat horse


Fields and fields of lovely sunflowers
Remarked Louisien Hurrie with glee
Like a little boy again, born again
New blood, new looks, shining black skin
The dark continent is inverted
The snow deepens on the Kilimanjaro
He flexes to flash and blind
He keeps a straight face 
He runs like the ghost of Achilles
Who is yet to ride the big fat horse

Rome, 8 9 2007