Gray Stables
SAMUEL ERVIN BEAM
Brave lady, I could see you through
The mosses
Laid, shameless in the sun
My lady with her porcelain and her
Weightless
Face, pleasing everyone
Gray stables and the horses of the
Righteous
Pray daily for the brave
Lady, you were gorgeous in your
Weakness
Wet flowers on the ground
My lady never told me of her sadness
Bones floating in the sound
Brave lady could you see me in the
Darkness
Wait, nameless like a stone
My lady with her watches by the
Mattress
Bathes lately all alone
Gray stables and the horses of the
Righteous
Pray daily for the brave
Lady, would you love me if I left her
Laid breathless in the sun
My lady, like a teacup on the counter
Frail, pleasing everyone