See this and other poems decorated at http://tinyurl.com/websitesbylizhensley A Prescription for Pegasai Horses cannot fly on Earth They are too big in mass and girth. But there’s one place they do fly free Where they exist virtually: From God to Germs From Trees to Moss We aren’t our flesh. We are our D.O.S.
From God to Germs From Trees to Moss We aren’t our flesh. We are our D.O.S. So when a Horse is Heaven-bound His hooves no longer touch the ground And wings of fancy, wings of thought Sprout from his sides just where they ought.
And whinnying victory, joy and mirth They leap and say goodbye to Earth! To all matter: Say goodbye And forever after own the sky!