Rear Guard Song

Rear Guard Song
A stallion who has raced so long his hands and legs ache, long past being too tired. He knows he will be asked to work hard without resting. His fear and his memories laugh at him, like nightmares in the waking daytime. He can ask, but he will be told 'no.' He is so strong, too strong to stop. His tears burn inside his helmet, they blur his vision too much to see. His visor scratched by his gloves wiping it. He is bound, he is matched, the handlers wait to return him to his stall. The car is sick, she does not answer him, he is passed again and again. Sometimes the lines are good and he takes a place back. At times he has spun off the track. With a dying engine, he continues to run. He knows if he stops. The race, for him, Will end.

Type

Record, Musical (Music, Sheet)