strong and confident strode the riders
on their way to the market for hot coffee and sandwiches.
gleefully down through the canals parting north and south
the world is their oyster
life everywhere, live
the greatest struggle today would be a hill for them
in that moment at least
dismounting their steeds, their bellies rumbled and jumbled
in moments their maws would be mashing mounds of mulch
on a bun
through dinner they talked about their separate days
"so i told him..." "well let me tell you..." "ha, no sir!"
small yet big talk,
it's just nice to be having dinner with good friends
they finished their meal and went on to the coffee shop
to find it was closed
disappointed they rode for home
back through the canals, whooping tribally.
a means for alarm
the local constable and medical personnel were screaming towards a grim scene
they dismounted, not wanting to distract the civil workers from their job
they walked their rides back home
someone had been hit while trying to cross t