A Poem for Daniel

Going from one place to another,

The horses are pressed with light,

Like Daniel when he is pressed

In the grass with his fawn.

They graze for the sweet taste,

For the clear drinking.

The horses stamp in the damage

Of joy, and the light fawn sours

With love; I am thinking of Daniel

Who loves a fawn, of myself whose care

Is for horses, thinking of the end

Of love for beasts, of the violence

Of the death of beasts, as we are going

From one place, to another.

                              -- published in Promethean magazine, Fall 1965